Leyla!
You'll regret this.
Leyla, dear.
THANK YOU, NEXT
He did everything he could to humiliate me.
It was literally psychological abuse. Narcissistic jerk.
And everyone working in the house is his spy.
They tell him whatever people say.
So, you couldn't get him to sign it.
Uncly!
At least he read it, didn't he?
Don't laugh! It's impossible to compromise with him.
He wants an unconditional divorce.
-It'll be a contested divorce. -For sure.
I'm afraid so.
They will pull at me from both sides, that's for sure.
-That's how they annoy women. -What?
See that table, Funda? The table full of guys.
His girlfriend has been calling him all this time,
but he's not picking up the phone.
He can't, my love. Because he is now on boyfriend island.
So?
He probably told her that he'd be playing soccer,
but came to meet his friends.
Certainly. He'll only get back after 90 minutes.
So, she keeps calling, he doesn't pick up. Then she makes a video call?
I swear, I'll shoot you, Murat.
You'll pick up that phone even if you die and tell me, "I'm dead, my beloved."
-Did you hear me? -My beloved, here.
-Şeyyaz! -Şeyyaz!
-Ah! Let's see. -Let's see.
LEYLA: LAST NIGHT WAS WONDERFUL. I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT.
Is this how you reply to a woman
who texted "Last night was wonderful. I couldn't get enough of it"?
What does this even mean?
What an idiot.
Idiot!
As if nothing happened. Shame on him.
Let me ask you something. He hasn't called all day?
I wonder if he's in trouble.
Oh, yeah, definitely. His apron must have been set on fire. Like this.
You look so beautiful.
-Really? -Really.
Whatever. He helped you forget Ömer in one day. That's something.
Is it really forgotten, darling? Huh?
She hasn't felt the pain yet. It's too fresh.
She'll feel it later on.
I'm not gonna feel anything. It's done.
-Well then, we'll see. -Look. Look at him.
Sarp! Sarp, come.
-Come. Come right here. -Tell us.
How is he?
-Miserable. -Oh.
-I hope he'll get worse. -Can I have some water?
-Tell us, Sarp. -Hold on. I'll tell you.
Okay, go on.
Thanks.
He'd brought Buddy over. And that's when he saw my message.
Oh, the message.
The message.
-The message, yes. Dear God! -Okay, go on.
And he waited for you till morning. At the door.
I apologized a thousand times. I said it was a joke.
He said that he saw it himself and he'll remember that moment forever.
You should've said, "Leyla felt the same when she saw you kissing that woman."
Well said, Leyla.
Well, I almost said that, but…
The pot calling the kettle black. What a fraud.
It's separation trauma, my love. We've all been through it. It will pass.
These mood swings are bound to happen.
-That's all natural. -What's that?
Oh, wow!
Şeyyaz.
Are all men the same?
Maybe they're friends.
-Leyla, where are you going? Leyla! -What friends?
Happy birthday, Mira!
How are you, Şeyyaz?
Happy birthday.
My love!
How are you, dear?
Men are so stupid. You know that?
They are so stupid.
But you're not.
You're the smartest.
You're my biggest love.
My beautiful Buddy.
Come on now.
Come!
PHOTO GALLERY
I want you to wear this to school so all the girls see it.
Oh, my love.
But I didn't get you anything.
It's okay. You don't have to. I just felt like it.
I didn't know we'd be celebrating our anniversary.
That's just you being a jerk, my love.
Oh, what's that?
-Oh! -Which jerk put that in there?
-You didn't forget! -I'll never forget.
We'll celebrate our 100th anniversary. Let me.
-Is it on? -Let me see.
What does it say?
-Je t'aime. -Je t'aime!
Thank you.
Come on now! We're not falling into that trap!
Come on, Buddy! Come on! Get up!
We're in this state because of you. You know that, right?
Forget anything else, but never forget that! Never!
I'm so mad at you!
You've invaded my whole life. You've accessed all my vaults.
You've completely taken me over.
Buddy, hey!
Buddy, what are you eating? No.
The person I considered my best friend. I shared Buddy with you, man!
We shared this apartment.
We spent seven years together.
What am I going to do now?
How can I trust anyone?
I can't, and that's because of you.
You took that away with your two suitcases.
Don't you ever dare blame me.
Don't play the victim. Don't you dare!
This is not because of me. This is because of you.
It really hurts a lot but…
I don't want it to hurt anymore.
I just want it to be over. I've had enough.
LEYLOŞ VOICE MAIL
ŞEYYAZ: I CAME HOME ALONE. WISH YOU WERE HERE. GOOD NIGHT!
Women let them turn this into a habit.
Send location, send pictures. Tell them you're alone.
Then do anything you want.
-You should've said you didn't buy it. -Of course. I didn't even reply.
So, yeah, but he told you that he left the birthday party alone.
Don't accuse him right away.
Besides, Mira also said that they're friends.
You should see how he kept texting.
Photos from the fish market at 4:00 a.m.
A photo of that coffee he can't stop bragging about at 5:00 a.m.
Good mornings, good afternoons.
Wait, someone's calling. Hanging up.
-Okay, see you. -Bye.
Hello. Yes?
Okay. Okay, sure.
Sure.
See you later. Thanks.
Ms. Beliz.
Good morning.
I made it on time.
-Thank you for coming. -Of course. Glad you called.
I came running.
After that awkward encounter yesterday,
I didn't think Cem Murathan would want to talk.
I'm both surprised and happy.
What do you mean, awkward?
Mr. Cem.
I ask you to only contact me via my lawyer,
so that there won't be any more awkwardness.
-That's why I wanted you to meet. -Great.
I only ask you to proceed in a civilized manner.
Silently.
We'll issue a gag order after the protocol is signed.
Great.
-Here you are, Mr. Cem. -Thank you.
Good luck.
-See you, Beliz. -See you.
Both Mrs. Tuba and Mr. Cem are publicly known for their work.
So, we must do our best to keep them out of the papers.
As I said, as soon as the protocol is mutually signed--
But I should let you know
that your client's hotel request will never be accepted.
I'm sorry, but how are we going to reach an agreement, then?
My client has only one condition, the hotel.
Convince her to compromise.
Ms. Beliz, my client doesn't even want a divorce.
She doesn't even know why her marriage has ended. She's shocked.
She's still in love with her husband.
She's disappointed, her pride is hurt, her heart is broken.
In short, we won't accept any deal
other than the hotel being handed over to my client.
Trust me, accepting the deal will be best for Tuba.
Is that a threat?
Go on, file for divorce, then.
I wonder what Cem Murathan will accuse my client of.
Let's settle this without taking it to court, Leyla.
Trust me. It's best for both sides.
I think you should think about it.
Okay.
Then, let us file the lawsuit.
Let's raise the amount and go at them.
I don't need the money.
I want him.
But they will file the lawsuit if we don't.
We have to provide a solid reason to the court.
That process will be more upsetting for you.
Yes, let us do it first. We'll provide the reason to the court.
Let's find out why they're rushing this divorce.
Let's see what it is they fear being uncovered.
I won't say that woman's name.
-"That woman"? Which woman? -What do you mean?
It's about Cem Murathan's first wife. Defne Seyhun Richards.
You said she's still married.
She is. She lives in the US. But she's travelling back and forth.
Her relationship with Cem Murathan has never ended.
According to Tuba.
She even claims that his second marriage ended because of this woman.
Guess who's in charge of renovating the hotel.
Defne Seyhun Richards.
Well done.
So that's why she was insisting on the hotel.
It's not about Cem. It's about the woman.
She isn't jealous for nothing. Who knows what she's been through? Poor thing.
These guys are all collectors,
keeping all the women in their lives as backups.
But I'm telling you, this guy is such a weasel.
I can't imagine the tricks he pulled on these women.
Tuba still can't speak ill of him, poor thing.
Who knows how he's like in bed?
Mr. Cem!
I came here to tell you that she didn't accept your offer.
And to see the renovation of the hotel.
Leave Defne out of this. Don't you dare.
If she's the reason your marriage is over,
she inevitably will be at the center of it, Mr. Cem. I'm sorry.
"Defne is my childhood, my youth,
the person for whom I care the most after my mom,
my best friend."
This is what my client had heard you say during your marriage.
She was traumatized by these words. That's why Mrs. Tuba--
Tuba is my biggest disappointment.
But I have high hopes for you, Leyla.
Please don't let this get any uglier.
"I want an honest man." "Honesty is the best virtue."
You keep saying these things. And then he says, "It's over."
He honestly says it's over. But he's the bastard.
It's always the man's fault.
Yes. Because you're fickle.
You give up too easily.
Exactly. You hop to another woman at the first problem.
Even now, you're swiping women left and right, aren't you? Huh?
Tell us the truth. Are you on Fingir?
I don't understand why Tuba Tepelioğlu is still resisting.
This marriage is over after all. I think this is an obsession, not love.
Man, the type of woman I fear the most. Don't even mention them.
IT'S A MATCH!
She's got money and everything. She's beautiful.
-She should just move on. -I know, right? Thank you, next.
-Exactly. -For sure.
Speaking of moving on,
Leyloş, did you know that Ömer--
He moved into your old apartment building. You know that, right?
No.
-Well done. -One floor below your old apartment.
Right under my nose.
Good. It'll be easy to bring Buddy back and forth.
Come on, Buddy. Let's go, boy.
Come on in.
Wait for me.
This one too.
Let the party begin.
Hello?
Which bell is yours?
What?
What gives?
I missed you.
We saw each other last night.
Who are you?
-Huh? Are you Ömer, perhaps? -Buddy.
-Yes.
Nice to meet you, Buddy. Who is Ömer?
He was my boyfriend.
A fresh breakup. I see.
But it lasted long enough to have his name on the door.
I made your favorite bread.
Some foie gras.
Black cherry jam.
And…
smoked cheese.
I get that you like surprises.
But I wish you'd called before you came.
I did call you.
Let me get that.
You're so beautiful.
Shall we stop for a minute?
Wait. Are you still mad at me?
Why would I be mad? We met a couple of days ago.
What's wrong?
I… I'm a little confused at the moment.
I'm sorry.
Everything is so new. I need some time to pull myself together.
I know I haven't been acting like it since we met,
but I've just gotten out of a very long-term relationship.
I thought I was going to get married, but I was cheated on.
I don't want to do something wrong out of anger.
It wouldn't be fair to you.
I see.
I wouldn't want you to be preoccupied with another guy when you're with me.
When you feel ready,
and if I'm still around,
we'll give it a go.
Great.
I like you a lot.
I always remember this when I think of you.
This.
We're almost there.
I'm not complaining.
Easy. Come. Come here.
Good boy.
I spent every summer, and some winters, in this house when I was a child.
Now I come here on weekends when the house is empty.
I love it here. Quiet and calm. So nice.
Can Taylan has good taste.
-Kitchen? -Here.
My family isn't very big.
My mother is a Foreign Affairs officer. So, I was born in Copenhagen.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Bispebjerg Hospital.
I remember my childhood through the photographs.
We never stayed in one place for too long.
We traveled from country to country for years.
At some point, I said enough.
I wanted to stay here, with my uncle.
And I started living with my uncle when I started university.
Can Taylan is your dad's brother, right?
No, my mom's. You're wondering why we have the same last name.
Because Dad took Mom's last name when they got married.
No way!
-You don't see that often. -I know, right?
So, my bar is set very high.
This is my room.
My boy!
I'll sleep in the guest room, then.
-Come on. Let me show you around. -Okay.
How did you decide to be a cook?
Am I allowed to say "cook"?
I am a cook. Actually, I studied engineering.
You must be kidding!
I got interested in street food during my master's study in Berlin.
I quit studying and started wandering the streets.
Mr. Sabri must be taking Buddy for a walk.
Stop, Buddy. Stop!
Not this one, not this one.
Hey! Buddy! My boy!
What are you doing here? Huh?
Sabri?
I didn't know they were coming, Ömer.
There is an important myth about aging wine.
Most wines aren't aged,
and even the aged wines are rarely aged for long.
I know that 90% must be consumed within a year of production,
and 99% within five years.
Interesting.
Just like relationships, actually.
That's how relationships are, you know.
Like a living organism.
Sometimes, they get better as they age, like my parents'.
And some turn sour right away.
I haven't seen many that didn't sour.
Right. Take Cinderella, for example.
Have we ever seen Cinderella after she got married? No.
-I'd say she regretted it a lot. -For sure!
She must be kicking herself
for getting married to a man she only danced with one time.
You know whose prince is even worse?
-Whose? -Sleeping Beauty's.
Is he a pervert or what?
Why would you kiss a sleeping girl just because you're a prince?
What a douchebag. That's harassment, literally.
You are so sweet.
You should see me when I've been cheated on.
I won't see that.
Don't make any promises.
This is how they always start.
Sweet talk, romantic gestures, surprises,
declarations of excessive love, love bombing.
And then…
The guy you were sitting together with on the couch,
the guy you were cuddling with,
suddenly slips off to another couch.
Then he goes to the table. From the table to another room.
To other cities.
It goes as far as supposedly guys-only camping.
That lazy guy who won't get a glass of water at home
suddenly decides to climb mountains.
If you buy it, that is.
I don't like camping.
I don't like walking either. I have my car.
You're so cool.
No problem there.
What the heck is that?
What the heck? Go away! Are you crazy?
-It's coming here! -It's coming!
Who the hell is this?
-It's coming! -It's coming!
The nearest house is miles away.
There aren't any kids or teenagers nearby to fly a drone.
-They ruined your romance. -Yeah.
Some drunk picnickers, I guess.
This came for you.
For me?
-What is it? -A shoe.
"It's been seven days, my princess."
-Has it been a week already? -This is so romantic.
-Where's the other one? -He'll give it her on the next date.
Learn these tricks.
I already got what I want, baby.
Stop hitting me. I'm getting bruises.
Good morning!
A smile from ear to ear. I assume you had a good date.
It wasn't good, it was fantastic.
Glad to hear it.
Good morning, everyone.
-Taylan and Somer! -Mr. Cihan, Mr. Can. Good morning.
-You went to the lake house. -You didn't run into each other?
-Run into who? -Ömer.
Didn't Mr. Sabri tell you?
Thank you, Sabri. Sorry for putting you in an awkward position.
May God bring you two back to your senses. Bye.
His new apartment was being painted. I told him to stay in the lake house.
He didn't want to because of the memories.
Turned out he had already been staying with Mr. Sabri for a couple of days.
He got a big project, so he locked himself up and worked there.
There you are, Ömer. Welcome.
-Have you finished the revisions? -Finally.
Great. Architect Ömer Cenker.
Cem Murathan, owner of the hotel.
-I know. Glad to meet you. -You too.
I'm sorry.
ASSHOLE
I WANT TO TALK!
Yes.
Look, the revision here…
Leyla, dear.
-Your phone is off. -Yes.
-What happened? -Don't turn it on. Wait.
Stop. What are you doing? Chill.
I've done something stupid again.
Really.
It wasn't intentional. Don't listen to it, please.
What are you talking about? What's going on, Sarp? Wait.
Please, don't listen to it.