Aslı.
Her name was Aslı, man.
She was an incredibly sweet person.
Dude, the only thing was the way she pronounced the letter "S."
She was "emphathithing" them. Like "Athlı."
She was so cute. I wonder what she's doing now.
I assume she's dead. She was way older than me.
When was she born?
I don't know, dude. But she was really cute.
I need a light.
Bro, I'll tell you what.
This is the shittiest bachelor party I've ever been to. Really.
We should've gone to Leyla's party.
Hit it. It's like water.
Say hi to Murat!
-What are you doing with the phone, man? -I'm checking on my son.
We said it's forbidden. We said no phones. Come on.
These women really scared you, man. Here.
The phones are off. We can't leave the house.
-Guys. The groom isn't around. -Groom!
Groom, hey! Ömer!
-Why are you yelling? -Hey, groom!
-Okay, chill. -Hey. Listen.
Who was Ömer's girl? There was this girl.
-Dilek. -Cross-eyed Dilek.
-Cross-eyed Dilek! -He got his first diploma from her.
Cross-eyed Dilek, lisping Aslı…
I'll go check on Ömer.
Ömer.
Ömeritto.
Ömeritto, where are you?
THANK YOU, NEXT
How is it?
Let me see.
Here, Mom.
Ugh!
You've been silent for too long. What's going on? How is it?
-Say something. -I guess it was beautiful back then.
It smells like history, love. Let me see. Oh, it really stinks.
Oh, I'm relieved.
Darling, take it off now.
You can't even make a washcloth out of it.
But this was my grandmother's wedding dress.
What am I going to do now?
If you really want, I can make an identical one.
-But is it really necessary? -Well…
Leyla, dear.
Is it that bad, Beliz?
The book is out.
LIVING WITH A NARCISSIST
She called Cem "Han Tumar" in the book.
She rearranged the letters of "Murathan." Han Tumar.
The judge said there is no resemblance. We couldn't do anything.
"Narcissists are actually deeply insecure, and often traumatized by their mothers."
"Han Tumar's biggest wound was his mother."
Do we know anything about his mother?
I really don't know anything.
"In a matter of few weeks,
Tuna had become a slave bound to Han's body."
"The passion was growing more and more intense."
"The fire ignited by Han was engulfing her body
like a waterfall flowing from her groin."
"He made love to his captive without giving her a chance to breathe."
"Han was like a roaring waterfall,
and Tuna had surrendered her naked body to this water."
Are you real?
Are you mine?
-Leyla. -Leyla!
-Leyla? -Leyla!
-Okay? Thanks. -You're welcome.
Sweetheart. Are you all right?
Shall we get married? Today.
There's something off. Everything went wrong. This is a bad omen.
Everything is going as planned, love. Don't be silly.
-No. Grandma's wedding dress won't work. -But they're making a new one.
-My car is totaled. -You can use my new car.
And you're going to Dubai and won't be here until the wedding.
But after that we'll always be together. Huh?
Honeymoon.
Huh?
Honey years, even.
Go on, you're going to be late.
-Why is he calling? -It must be about the wedding menu.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
-Change that ringtone, though. -Okay, I will.
You're going to be late.
Oh, Ömer!
Be careful.
Okay, habibi.
I feel uneasy as the wedding approaches.
Did you feel the same way?
We call it excitement, Leyloş. Not uneasiness.
No, excitement is something else.
This is really uneasiness.
I don't know. Nothing is wrong when I'm with Ömer,
but a lot of things bother me when I'm alone.
It feels like there is a void in me that can't be filled.
You're tied up in knots before tying the knot.
Exactly. I'm all in knots. Or in weddings.
I don't know. I don't feel butterflies like a bride-to-be.
And it's been one and a half years, Mom.
We've been separated for one and a half years, and--
And a question is still on your mind.
Ugh.
Yes, Şeyyaz?
-Why aren't you picking up my calls? -I did now. What is it?
Are you coming to the tournament on Sunday?
No. I'll be moving out.
Okay, try to come if you have time. I need to talk to you.
Wow. What could it be? Don't scare me. Tell me what it is.
Defne.
-She's pregnant. -What?
That's great news. Congratulations.
What's with that tone, then?
Look, don't you dare walk away. I'll kill you.
She hasn't even told me she's pregnant.
I overheard her talking to Cem. I don't even know if it's mine.
You've been together for months. Who else could the father be?
No way.
Why did Cem Murathan's mother come in a rush, then?
What a surprise.
Uncly insisted.
I mean my uncle, Can. Can.
Mrs. Oya, let me introduce you to Leyla Taylan.
-Hi. It's so nice to meet you, Leyla. -Hello. It's so nice to meet you too.
I've just met your uncle too.
-What happened, by the way? Are you okay? -Oh, it's no big deal.
The car in front braked suddenly, and I was caught off-guard.
Hmm.
-Sorry to hear that. -Thank you.
And I'm getting married in three weeks. That's stressful too, so…
-I heard that Ömer is in Dubai. -Yes. He got a new project. My fiancé.
-Shall we sit down, Mom? -All right, dear.
-See you later. -See you later. Thank you.
Isn't she adorable?
Are you all right? Is everything okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
I'm happy.
Great.
That night, at the opening of the hotel. All of our lives have changed.
What do you mean?
Yours. Mine. Cem's.
Who knows what other surprises await us?
-Sorry to hear about the accident. -Thank you.
Then why did she say that all of our lives changed that night?
-Maybe she slept with Cem that night? -No way.
How can you be so sure?
I mean, the baby would have been born by now.
I don't think Cem Murathan would do this.
He may be a narcissist, but he respects the people around him.
But then why didn't she tell Şeyyaz that she's pregnant?
Why did she tell Cem Murathan first?
Why are both he and his mother so happy if it's not Cem Murathan's child?
They had been married for three years. They were going to graduate that year.
Defne was eight months pregnant.
We were expecting Yiğit.
Cem was diligently working on his graduation project.
They wanted to go out of town by car for a change of air.
Selim was driving the car.
My youngest son.
Defne and I lost our children at the same time.
Cem…
He lost both his son and his brother in that accident.
They couldn't recover from that.
We remembered our pain every time we looked at each other.
I had the courage first to run away.
We broke up.
But we had already become a family. We couldn't part ways again.
I feel you. I can feel you perfectly.
Cem never talks about this to anyone.
The women he later married didn't know about it either.
They didn't stay in his life long enough to get to know about it.
Is that why you can't trust Şeyyaz?
Feyyaz, I mean.
It's fine between us now.
But I don't know what will happen. We may go on or break up.
But this is my baby, Leyla.
The one I've been longing for for years.
That's why I wanted to share it with my family first.
I told Mrs. Oya and Cem.
Cem is very precious to me, Leyla.
He is the most honest, the most compassionate man I've ever met.
He's my childhood.
He's still the father of my son.
He's the one I love the most.
And he always will be.
What's the hurry?
I'm sorry?
You're getting married in three weeks.
I said, what's the hurry?
Well, on and off,
it has been nine years.
Longer than all your marriages.
You're right.
The wedding will be at the lake house, if…
If you want to come, it's on the ninth.
You're invited.
I won't be here on that day.
-Oh? -Yeah.
I won't see you in a wedding dress.
I'm going to London this week. I won't be back for a long time.
Okay.
Goodbye…
Leyla.
The real question remains.
If he's the man Defne talks about, why on that morning--
Mom, one second. Ömer is calling.
Okay, dear. See you in a couple of hours.
Okay. Take care. Bye.
Hello? Darling, did you land?
I've just landed. But I'm exhausted. I can't pick up your parents.
I have two hours. I should go home and take a shower.
Okay, I'll send someone to pick them up. Okay.
This came from Cem Murathan.
-What did Cem Murathan send? -I guess it's a wedding present.
Okay, see you at the restaurant. I gotta go.
Send me a photo of it.
Okay. Bye.
What did he send?
-Oh! -Oh!
What's this?
-Oh, kintsugi. -Kintsugi?
It means, "We're complete with our flaws."
He's apologizing to you. Why?
-Didn't he say anything? -His driver gave it to me.
He said that Mr. Cem wanted to give the present before he left.
That's so nice!
-Maybe he's still downstairs? -Downstairs?
I think he's downstairs. Excuse me.
Easy!
An ancient Japanese philosophy, kintsugi,
aims to make a broken object
even more beautiful and functional than it was before.
According to this philosophy,
breaking is not a loss but rather a new existence.
There may be phases in one's life
that leave deep marks and are thought to be irreparable.
However, overcoming these challenges and repairing the broken pieces
with even more valuable and stronger ties is also a part of life.
Wait a minute! Can you hold on a minute?
Instead of ignoring the cracks of the broken object,
it deliberately makes them more noticeable,
making them a part of their own history.
It's a struggle against fragmentation.
It's not heading towards nothingness.
It's continuing the journey from the place where it was broken.
The injury is not denied or suppressed.
Yet, no element of life is seen as a flaw.
"Every experience is invaluable, even if it's a disappointment."
Profound.
Yes. But as I see it, there are two damaged men here.
One is completely closed.
The other one has a nine-year history and is wide open.
-Come on in. -Ah, they're here.
-Welcome. -Welcome.
-Hi, how are you?
-Hello. -Fine, you?
I missed you so much.
Hello, how are you?
I love you so much, Ömer.
-Thank you, how are you? -I'm fine, thank you.
-You look well. You don't seem tired. -You too. Thank you.
-Welcome, how are you? -Hello. I'm fine, and you?
-Welcome. -Hi, dear. How are you?
-I'm fine. How about you? -We're fine, thank you.
Take a seat, please.
-How are you? -I'm very good.
Please.
What's this, love?
Is this his present?
Well, it's broken, though.
Just some scraps.
Interesting. Nice. All right.
-How are things? -We're fine, thank you.
We missed you. Glad that we could meet.
Delicious.
Really, everything is so amazing. Please give our compliments to the chef.
I haven't had such delicious food in a long time. Pass on my thanks.
Enjoy. I'll let the chef know.
Don't tell him that. Tell him we said it was just okay.
Oh, Ömer! How rude of you!
Are you three years old? What kind of a joke is that?
I wish we'd called the officiant and got done with it today, huh?
You should've said "get started," sweetie.
You know, everything starts after you say "I do."
And then, "Pray for the deceased."
But wait a minute. I want to say something.
If you ask me, marriage is a long-lasting, four-season journey.
And of course, in this journey, you have a lot of baggage in your hands.
Then, over time,
this baggage gets unpacked slowly right in the middle of the house.
It's tough.
-So you can have a storm in summer. -Exactly.
Please, don't scare them off.
I don't really like carrying baggage.
I just want Leyla's hand in my hand on this journey.
And it would be nice if it were always spring.
-May it always be spring. -May it be like you.
See you at the wedding, then.
-If I don't change my mind. -Ömer!
Okay. Okay, I'll come back one day earlier. All right.
Have a nice trip.
You know, when you're on a rollercoaster, your heart beats faster as it climbs up.
-You look so beautiful! -It's so beautiful.
You don't know what will happen to you, so you're filled with excitement and fear.
Wait. She's really crying.
Look how beautiful they are. How…
And when you reach the top,
you close your eyes and say, "Bring it on, whatever it may be."
This is how I feel.
How do you feel?
Only one more day left.
The day after tomorrow, we'll be shouting and jumping up and down.
Ömer?
Hello?
Did you fall asleep?
I haven't slept for three days, Leyloş. I can't feel a thing.
Okay, love. All right.
Go to sleep, then.
Don't miss your flight.
Okay, go! All right.
Buddy!
-How is he? -He's fine. Just a small injury.
We gave him a mild sedative to take an X-ray.
He'll start jumping around soon, okay?
Thank you very much, Balım.
-Thank you very much. -It's okay now.
-Can I go in? -Of course.
Buddy, dear!
My love.
Are you all right, boy?
Are you all right, darling?
No, Dad. I'm not even going to tell Ömer.
Buddy is doing pretty well. He's in a good mood.
Yeah. We're still at the vet, yes.
Yes, they will deliver the wedding dress to the lake house in the morning.
Okay, Dad. It will be delivered directly to the house. Yes.
Take care.
Bye.
Congratulations.
-When is the happy day? -The day after tomorrow.
I wish you happiness. I really mean it from the heart.
Ömer's pain has finally subsided. That's what I'm most happy about.
We all suffered.
On and off, you had quite a long relationship as well.
I dressed Ömer's wounds for a good two years.
-Two years? -Yeah.
Ours was a band-aid relationship anyway.
You hurt him, and I healed him.
He saw you with the chef and came running to me.
He saw you kissing Cem Murathan, called me screaming in pain.
Did anything happen with Cem Murathan?
Ömer, of course not. Stop it. Pff!
What is this about? I thought this stuff was over.
But he loves you so much.
See, you're getting married despite everything.
This is great.
It's great.
I knew he'd forgive you.
I really knew it.
Hello?
Sweetheart. I've just got in the house.
Man!
Hold on. I'm on the phone with Leyla.
Oh, my neck…
No, don't!
-One! Two! Three! -One! Two! Three!
-The groom! -The groom!
Were you able to forgive Dad, Mom?
I mean, could you forget that he slept with another woman?
No.
Why didn't you leave him, then?
So he wouldn't go to her.
Defne has organized everything. And Şeyyaz is making all the food tonight.
Here you go, love.
And we're in charge of entertainment. Everyone is working for you!
We have great surprises for you. I'm so excited!
Look, Beliz sent a photo. Your mother-in-law is ready at the table.
They'll stay at the hotel, right? They won't be back here?
-I don't know. -Okay.
-Here is your phone. -No, leave it here.
-Okay, I'm plugging it in here. -Turn around.
Oh, you are so beautiful! You look gorgeous, my love!
I know you're tired, love, but come on. Perk up.
It's time to have fun!
Okay, we'll have so much fun. Okay. All right, let's go.
Let's go.
Leyla! Say hi to Murat!
We broke up once and for all on my birthday.
More precisely, the morning after that night.
But it's for the better.
I was too tired of all the ups and downs.
You won't tell him we spoke, right?
No, I won't tell anyone. Don't worry.
And I didn't.
Except for you, right now.
I didn't tell anyone at all.
Where did this Edis go, man?
We have a plane to catch. We'll be late.
I'm very curious how this story ends.
Edis!
Just go.
Make sure you find me.
I will.
Thank you.
What's your Zodiac sign?
Gemini.
And it's Gemini too?
June 8th.
-Huh! -Yeah.
Four days before my birthday.
He threw me a lovely birthday party at his new house.
At his new house?
Yeah.
It was beautiful. Look.
He invited all my friends and threw me a surprise party.
-Did he invite all your friends? -Look. Everyone is here.
Yeah. It was a nice surprise.
But he always prepares a nice cushion before he hurts me.
I got used to it. I did.
He made a great breakfast in the morning.
Did he make eggs?
No, no.
He made eggs when he gave me keys to his house.
LEYLA'S LAST SUPPER
Then?
He gave me my present.
Then he started to read the Z-report of our relationship.
He told me he loves you despite everything.
And that he'd return to you eventually.
And we settled the bill.
Where were we?
Have you decided to see me in a wedding dress?
Huh? What's on your mind?
Tell me.
Tell me. Let us settle the bill too.
Okay, stop.
Why did you give up on me?
I didn't.
So, why did you leave that morning?
Are you real?
Are you mine?
Ömer.
Leyla.
-Leyla. -Okay, let go of me. Go away.
I heard Ömer sent you a message. What did he say?
Did he threaten you? Did he scare you away? Tell me the truth.
You were the only one who scared me.
Is Cem Murathan right again?
Are you right again?
-Leyla-- -Who are you?
-Is this a test, huh? -No.
Who are you? Just tell me. Give me an answer.
Huh?
How can you make decisions about my life?
Kintsugi and all.
Kintsugi!
"It's continuing the journey from the place where it was broken."
Who says these things?
Nothing can continue its journey
from the place where it was broken.
Okay.
It won't.
Liar.
Fraud. Liar.
That girl has always been on the bench.
It seems he was with her before he came to me that day.
Everyone around me is a liar.
All my friends.
And you are a coward.
CEM MURATHAN LEYLA IS WITH ME. DON'T WORRY…
MR. CAN, GOOD EVENING. SORRY, IT'S LATE. LEYLA IS WITH ME. DON'T WORRY…
-Is it Leyla? -Yes.
Don't worry. She's at a friend's house.
She fell asleep. She'll be here in the morning.
She wouldn't wear a gold bracelet. We bought it for nothing.
So be it. We'll give it to her. It's up to her to take it off.
My son shouldn't be embarrassed. We shouldn't be outdone.
Okay, Nurhal. Okay.
Oh, isn't that Leyla?
Leyla!
Oh, my God.
You'll regret this.
-Sinan, can you take that? -Sure, man.
Hello, Mr. Altuğ.
Sure. Just a second.
Just a moment.
Hello, Dad? Yes?
I'm getting a groom's shave.
What?
When?
Take this off.
Okay.
What's happened, Ömer?
How else… Did I say something wrong?
Come on, dude. Let's go.
Come on.
Buddy.
What's up, my love?
Leyla, dear?
-Your phone was off. -Yes.
-What happened? -Don't turn it on. Wait.
Stop. What's going on? Okay.
Leyla, I did something stupid again.
I did the same thing. I deleted messages only for myself.
What the hell are you talking about, Sarp?
Leyla, please.
Please, don't listen to it.
Leyla. Did you know, I was the one who saw you first?
On the first day of school.
Then I dragged my best friend to the school party.
I said, "Dude, I've fallen for this girl," and I showed you to him.
That jerk stole you away from me.
Leyla, please. I was very drunk.
-What? -And then he ruined you.
Leyla, this dickhead doesn't deserve you.
I'm serious.
The night before the wedding, man!
Anyway.
How can you take such a big risk? What a jerk!
To not let anyone come between the two of you,
I even created a rift between you and Cem Murathan.
-Where were you, man? -What? I'm here.
What are you doing?
-And where were you? -What's wrong?
Nothing.
-Huh? -Come on.
Ömer saw you two at the opening night of the hotel.
He cried till morning.
He said that it was over.
And when he passed out, I took his phone,
and begged Cem Murathan to stay away from you.
So it was you who sent those photos to Cem Murathan?
I'm sorry.
Leyla, I'm really sorry.
Okay, get lost.
Leyla, I didn't mean anything bad. I did it so you wouldn't break up.
-I really didn't mean anything bad. -Get out.
Leyla, look at me, please.
-Leyla, look at me. Listen-- -Get out, Sarp.
Please.
-Leyla, I really-- -Sarp! Get out!
Life has an interesting language.
With its signs and codes.
You think you already speak it. But no.
Each new person in your life teaches you a new word.
Affection.
Trust.
Competition.
Success.
Love.
Pleasure.
Longing.
Loneliness.
Disappointment.
Leyla.
My favorite word was "friend."
Leyloş, we're here!
The last word I learned is "betrayal."
-Leyla! -Leyla, open the door.
Leyla!
-Leyla! -Ömer, can you calm down?
-Where is Leyla? -Wait, Ömer.
-Calm down. -Is Leyla with Cem Murathan again?
Get it together. Let's talk calmly.
There is nothing to talk about. My parents saw everything.
Just a minute, Ömer. Your mother called me too.
It's not what you think.
Oh, Mrs. Reyhan. Don't get me started.
Ömer, calm down. There's nothing between them.
Oh, really? Were you with them?
I was with you last night, though.
Balım was also there.
-Fuck you! Bastard! -Man! Ömer!
-I'll kill you! -Wait, what are you doing? Stop!
-I'll murder you! -Look at me.
-What are you doing, man? -Stop.
-I'll kill you! -Stop!
If I hadn't taken Buddy to the park that day,
if Buddy hadn't run away and got hurt,
if I hadn't rushed to that woman…
You'll never fool me again.
I hate you.
Ömer.
Shall we play a game?
If that woman hadn't spewed her guts out, if I had never seen that birthday photo,
if Cem Murathan hadn't returned one day before the wedding…
Man… You got some nerve showing your face here!
Ömer.
Truth or dare?
Are you talking about truth?
You?
Dare. Come on.
Dare.
I'm talking about June 8th.
Would you like to confess?
I won't lose you this time.
Life is a long journey full of "I wish"s and "I'm glad"s
in search of happiness.
And there are some journeys you have to go on without any baggage.
Like a bird. Light and free. Brand new.
Who knows? Maybe.
Who knows?
That's life.