All right. Oh! Oh! He saved me.
-Ali, Leyla, two. -Right.
Defne, Şeyyaz, four.
-You and Murat, plus me, seven. -Eight.
Seven.
Guys, why don't we move the table to the garden, huh?
-Hmm? -Too cold?
Well, if it gets too cold, we get out the heaters, right?
-It's supposed to rain, apparently. -Would downstairs work better?
-Fifteen. Yeah, 15. -Sure.
I'm here, so it should be an odd number, of course.
Anyone need a hand?
I do, Barbo, yeah. Come here.
Did Barbo make the list?
-No, he didn't. -Aww! You should count him in, sweetie.
Why not get the kids fed and in bed early, Ali?
Because they should be at the table tonight.
Aww! Please don't make me say goodbye.
Aww, you can visit us anytime, okay?
I'm not doing goodbyes. Nope. Not a wave from me, champ.
-Hey, where are you guys? -Whoa! Whoa!
You said you'd all help in the kitchen, right? Ali!
I'm coming.
-It's not like we're doing nothing. -Don't upset the chef. Go on.
Funda. Well, well. Look who's coming.
-I'm opening a rosé. -Sure.
-Go for it. -Dang it. It's stuck in there.
-Edis is here! Edis! -Maya!
How are you sweetheart?
-Good. -Amazing.
-I'm so glad you're here. -I'm glad I'm here too, sweetie.
We're 16 now.
-Oh. -Hi, Edis. Welcome.
-Hi, thank you. How are you, Funda? -I'm fine.
-Hi, there, Edis. How are you? -Good.
-How about you, man? -Terrific. Let me take these.
-Oh. -Here.
-Mm! -Get in here. Oh!
-Hey, man, how are ya? -Great.
-How are you? What's up? -I'm good.
-What's up? How have you been? -Hey. How are you, man?
-I'm glad you're here. -Good, good. Thanks. How are you?
-I'll take a glass. -Right in front of you, Sarp.
What are you guys doing?
-Oh man. How about that? -I need a second. Come here for a minute.
-Ömer. Here. -Now got it.
-Honey. -It's still early, you know?
Something's going on. Can you come check?
-What's wrong? -I don't know. Come check.
That's great news!
What's going on?
-Leyla. -What is it?
It's nothing.
We're happy. That's all.
THANK YOU, NEXT
That's right. I met with Cem Murathan. It's true.
I found out he'd broken into my apartment.
And where did he get the keys?
The night we all drank Tuan's cactus juice,
Cem drove me to my place. He stayed the night.
He must've gotten them copied.
He was also the one who took the paperwork. Cem Murathan.
So he confessed everything to you in that plane?
He did. He's using diamonds to smuggle the money overseas.
He's evading taxes too, but there's no evidence.
It's undocumented.
Turns out that it pays to have friends in key government positions.
His mother?
She's clearly part of this as well.
-Why did his father commit suicide? -That's a mystery.
His son had been in a coma for months.
His death wasn't sudden, so why did he end his life over it?
Isn't that right? We need to check his phone records.
Why'd you stay with him so long?
You disappeared for nearly 24 hours.
I went to the police first, you know, to file a report.
We heard you got to the airport just as dawn was breaking.
I guess, maybe.
The police took Cem away at night, right?
That's right.
Did you just talk until then? What did you do?
I love you.
Leyla?
Yes, pardon.
Why aren't you responding?
You're not telling us everything.
Please don't tell me you slept with him again.
For a second, I almost fell into a void.
You don't care for anybody but yourself, Cem Murathan.
I love you.
But I didn't give in.
Yes, hello.
Leyla, I'm sorry. Uh, I woke you up, right?
No, don't worry. I can't sleep anyway. What's going on?
Defne called it quits on Cem.
How's the lake house? Is it available?
He wanted to hide her from Cem. He asked me about the lake house.
I told him it was okay.
Defne's abandoning the sinking ship then, huh?
So it seems, yeah.
Defne has a lot of info. You're gonna talk to her, right?
I'll talk to her, but not immediately.
She needs time to recover, right?
Ali headed out early this morning.
-Really? -Yeah.
I'm sorry, you know? We saw what happened on the news today.
What a mess, huh?
Uh, people aren't always what they seem. Some just suck. I'm sorry.
Hope you're okay.
Yeah, thank you so much.
Ali was worried about you, by the way.
We all were, actually. But he was worried sick.
He was beside himself, you know, completely panicked.
Thank you. Have a good day.
Hmm.
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Good morning. I just saw your text. I got a gig.
I'm recording at the studio. Gotta get it done by Monday.
That's why I've been off the grid.
See you next week.
Have a good day.
Cem Murathan's completely cornered this time.
He's already facing charges under Article 136 for the whole WhereRU thing.
Now on top of that, he's facing charges for 116,
repeat offense and trespassing.
Not to mention 281 for tampering with evidence.
And 106, threats and harassment.
If we're able to get Defne to talk about 282 and 277,
then that's it.
He won't be getting out of jail anytime soon.
As for Defne, don't get your hopes up.
Sorry. I don't think she'll open up.
There he is. There he is. There he is.
-Mr. Murathan. -Mr. Cem!
Will you make a statement? Over here.
What were the charges? Cem, talk to us.
I love you.
Miss Taylan, comment, please.
At least we got an international travel ban on him.
That means that while the proceedings are ongoing, he'll be staying put.
It's something.
I wish we had more information, more evidence.
Leyla told us everything she and Cem talked about.
If they weren't just staring at each other all day from two a.m. to evening,
he must've talked quite a bit, yeah?
Hmm.
What? Did I say something bad?
No, Sarp, you're not saying anything.
You're straight accusing.
"What happened between Leyla and Cem? Did they fall into each other's arms?"
That's what you all wanna know, isn't it?
Nobody's thinking that. That'd be terrible.
Well, I'm sorry, I guess.
I'm in a bad mood today or whatever. I need some fresh air.
Really?
For three months,
his life was reduced to breathing, you know?
He opened his eyes once, looked up at me.
It was like he was begging.
I could almost hear it.
"Kill me."
After that, I… couldn't even sleep.
My mom…
of course, she…
she'd never give up on him ever.
I tried to do it.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't kill my brother.
My dad…
He ended up doing it.
He killed him.
His mother couldn't accept the situation.
She wanted her son to live, no matter what.
She would've waited for a miracle, until his last breath.
So she couldn't bring herself to forgive her husband.
That very night, Cem's father killed himself.
What a tragedy.
I can't wrap my head around something though.
I mean, his dad was supposedly a self-absorbed narcissist.
Everyone said that, but how does someone like that get
to the point where guilt drives him to suicide?
Doesn't add up, you know?
Well… most importantly,
they did a great job covering this whole thing up, right?
He died naturally, as far as people know.
Yeah, I know.
And you know what? It's crazy!
In the midst of all that suffering, they got organized out of the blue
and managed to just wipe out all the evidence?
How do you keep your secrets so perfectly hidden?
How do you carry the weight of so many lies, you know?
Anyway, I guess, uh, I don't know.
When you lie that much, you start to lose who you really are. You become the lie.
The cameras are no good. She deleted the footage.
We don't know where she went or when.
She texted me earlier.
She said, "Don't worry about me. I'm trying to get better."
I don't feel good about this at all.
She's not what you should worry about.
Defne's just jealous that you and Leyla met in secret.
She'll come around eventually.
This Leyla situation, that's what you should worry about, Cem.
She is not going to back down. You know that, right?
-Uh, Leyla. -Hmm?
Uh, I've got something I wanna say to you as well.
It's not something bad, is it?
You know, this woman I've been seeing.
-No. No way. She's a minor? -No, of course not.
-Is that why you've been hiding her? -No, it's not. I'm seeing Hande Berkant.
The Tabloid Queen lady? Hande Berkant?
It just happened, you know?
You're seeing Cem's puppet, then. The gossip queen herself,
the one who exposed me to the press, that Hande Berkant?
It began in Bodrum, okay? I did it for you.
You are unbelievable, really.
At first, I got close because I wanted to get her to talk.
But then I got caught up, like, really caught up,
and, I mean, it's a mess, really.
I can't believe it. You are such a freaking idiot.
You know that, don't you?
Leyla, I'm sorry.
Don't say sorry to me.
Say it to her. She's the one who was shoved into hiding.
Oh, you're not mad?
Am I expected to be her friend? Like, right away?
No way, come on.
Okay, great. Do whatever you want then.
I'm going to her place. I'll be back.
-Uh, she's waiting for me. -Why not spend the night there?
I don't want her getting used to me.
You are such an asshole, Sarp. I can't believe you.
Seriously? What a jerk.
The person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.
Please leave a message after the tone.
Leyla.
Where have you been? You've been gone for days.
I've been ringing your doorbell, but no one ever comes to the door.
So I figured I'd just show up at your workplace.
I remember you saying how you always traveled after a heartbreak.
If I'm just another trip like that,
it'd really hurt.
'Cause this isn't the kind of relationship I see as just a layover.
I know myself.
Why do I always get like this when I'm with you?
It always sneaks through the cracks.
Okay, let me say this right away.
This is not the same old story, um,
of a girl and a guy who live in the same building.
'Cause I wasn't looking for someone, you know?
So whatever this is,
it only started because you're the way you are.
It's something then?
I really missed you.
I find myself thinking about you all the time.
I'm happy when I'm around you.
Seeing you makes it
feel like a waltz is playing inside my mind.
And…
…I realized you're unlike any man I've ever known.
It's like you carry the best parts of everyone I love,
even my dad. All the kindness and light.
I'm serious.
First of all, you actually talk.
You hold conversations. You listen too.
Every story you tell paints a picture, you know, comes to life.
There's no inconsistency.
There's continuity.
Me, I tend to, um,
carry my past around like a freight train, one car at a time.
You're like that as well.
I guess we both have some baggage.
Oh, and hey, you're the one who radiates light.
There's no gray in you, Ali.
I agree with you. We could be something really great.
And I'm not afraid at all, for some reason.
-But? -There's no but.
And as for your questions…
You asked me what I want,
where's my mind, who's on it.
Well, lately, because of,
you know, everything that's been happening,
I barely recognize myself. I mean, it's like I'm standing outside my life.
You know how if you stare at yourself
in the mirror too long, you start to feel disconnected?
Or when a word you've written a million times just becomes unfamiliar?
Suddenly, it's like you're seeing it for the first time,
doubting your spelling and all. Something like that.
You feel like you've never spoken to the people you used to talk to.
I love you.
Get out of my way. You'll do anything to win. Let go.
That feeling's called "jamais vu."
Like a trick of the memory.
I mean, I don't know.
I'm sad right now. Confused.
But I didn't come to you just to feel better or anything.
I just had to come.
Great.
By the way, can we agree
not to make any big promises about the future?
There's nothing more valuable than right now.
How's it going, chef? How many minutes left?
-How's that going? -Dressing's almost done.
All right.
-How are these fries? -Yeah, try 'em.
Good, right?
Awesome. Let me finish this.
-It's actually really good with the sauce. -For sure.
Oh! Maya, sorry we left you all alone in there.
That's right. You totally forgot.
Five more minutes and we'll be good to go.
Can we invite Sarp, please?
No problem. We can invite Sarp.
Actually, Sarp's got dinner plans with his girlfriend tonight.
Oh, the secret's out, huh?
Tell me about it.
Would you mind taking this to the table, please?
Sure. Let me put this down.
Awesome. You're the best, Maya.
Thank you. I'm bringing these.
-You got the rest? -Yep, I'll bring the rice in a minute.
And we'll keep these cooking.
You invited Nil to that creepy dark restaurant, right?
Yeah, I wanted to talk to her about her book release.
But it wasn't a coincidence, right? You knew Leyla and Cem would be there.
You could say a little bird whispered it to me.
I'm sorry.
That little bird was Beliz, wasn't it?
Beliz it was. Understood.
So, why did Cem Murathan send you away from Bodrum in such haste?
They told me the meeting was canceled.
Oh, just like that? Out of the blue?
That's right. They called me in for an urgent job as well.
Guys, I told you this already. Hande's bosses are--
Stay out of it, man.
Uh, it's pretty clear that someone higher up is involved.
So this whole "organization" clearly has ties to the media.
-Guys, come on. -Enough, ladies. You're being rude.
It's not every day we have a Tabloid Queen at our table, Murat.
I just mean we'll have plenty of time to talk about this, okay?
Oh, please, please don't worry about it. I wanna hear all of your questions.
I've told Sarp everything already.
I didn't have any direct ties to Cem Murathan.
But of course, I had my eye on them as a couple.
It makes sense.
Cem Murathan might try to avoid it, but he is a major media figure.
Yes, he's very good material. Tuba's pure tabloid dynamite.
Nil and I got close.
-I helped her a lot during the divorce. -Mm.
Cem and Leyla were pretty explosive as well.
Exactly. So that's why I jumped at the chance
when Cem Murathan asked for an interview.
Okay, last question.
Funda, really?
-That's enough. -Last question. I promise. Just one.
What do you see in Sarp, for crying out loud?
There you have it. Someone had to ask that.
Funda gets the crown, and that deserves a toast.
Together. To happiness, to beauty.
-One more toast. To future discussions. -Sounds good.
-We're having one later. -Of course.
You're giving me the recipe for this rice eventually.
-No. I can't. Sorry. -What's your secret?
-I can't tell you my secret right now. -What do you mean? Why not?
You like the rice, right?
-I like it a lot. -What didn't I do?
You didn't put a napkin on it. Well, why not?
-I can't tell you. Sorry. -Tell me!
-I'll tell you that later. -All right.
Are you going to sleep in the same bed from now on?
Oh, Maya.
What's wrong?
It's normal. I mean, anybody who wants to have kids does it.
-Yeah. -Uh, okay.
-You want more? I'm taking the plates. -I'm fine. Thanks.
I'm good too. Let me take these away.
-Hold on. I didn't mean-- I meant that-- -Okay, Maya. Just finish your food.
Sorry, you know how kids are.
If I don't call her for two days, she's like, "You didn't call me?"
"Are you ghosting me? What's going on?"
It's absolutely fine.
She's cute and sweet.
I wish we had some time alone, to be honest.
You're right.
So, good night then?
Good night, Ali.
Tomorrow's not bad either.
I mean, not as good as now, but…
-Yeah, tomorrow's a good day too. -Okay.
-Tomorrow.
Maya's leaving in the morning.
Buddy!
Sweetheart!
You're laughing too, aren't ya?
Are you laughing too?
Do you wanna dance with me?
Let me put some music on! Whoo-hoo!
-I messed things up, didn't I? -Forget it. Did you brush your teeth?
No, you didn't. You're gonna.
Off you go, ma'am.
-Hello. -Good morning.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Defne wants to talk to you though.
No problem. Be there soon.
-All right, thanks. -Okay, bye-bye.
Let's go. Good morning.
Such a nice house.
You know, I feel weird being here.
This is the first time I'm back.
Ömer and I had our wedding right there.
That's where Ömer headbutted Sarp.
Hello. Did you see me in your dreams or something?
Mm-hmm. I saw you in my dreams.
Listen, is your offer still on the table? I'm moving in with you.
Sure. Okay, cool.
-Great. Thanks. See you. -See you later.
I confronted Ömer right there. Pretty big moment, actually.
And so the little bride walked out right through here.
It's so weird…
how long it's been.
-Leyla, I'm gonna take a look around. -Okay.
Okay.
-Thanks for coming. -Sure, no worries.
How have you guys been?
Getting there.
Defne's inside. Come in.
Hi, Defne.
Hi, Leyla.
You go ahead. I'll make you some coffee.
Thank you.
Sorry.
Are you all right?
I will be.
First, I just wanna say thank you for letting us be here.
I really appreciate it.
Stay as long as you want. You're welcome here.
The best place to hide is in plain sight, right?
It's why I'm here.
You're the last person Cem would think I'd come to.
Şeyyaz said you wanted to talk to me, right?
I've been hated by every single woman in Cem's life.
They were jealous of me.
But out of all of them, it was you I envied most, Leyla.
You're the only one he ever--
There's really no need to talk about this right now, Defne.
Seriously.
The Cem thing ended months ago.
That chapter's closed.
I'm only interested in the Cem Murathan case now.
I know lots of things.
I mean, I know enough to put him, his mother and…
…everyone he's ever worked with in prison for many years, Leyla.
I can imagine.
But I cannot be a witness.
Cem stole your whole life, Defne.
Don't you realize that?
He is so self-absorbed
that the reason he stuck around was because you loved him the most.
He stroked his ego with other women,
because he knew you saw the real him, Defne.
You were right in front of him, but he didn't even see you.
You were like a mirror to him, right? He's only interested in himself.
You're right.
Wouldn't you say that's pretty cruel, Defne?
You're right.
Is this why you wanted me to come here?
Leyla.
Can called about a secret witness.
Who?
I said I can't be a witness.
But I managed to convince someone more important to talk.
You only have one chance.
If you come clean first, you might save yourself.
But if I speak up, you'll be in jail for years.
Wait a minute. Who is it? Who's the secret witness?
Who might it be, Leyla?
Beliz?
No way it's her. Lawyers can't testify anonymously.
You're right. It's not her.
Don't worry about me. I'm well aware of what I'm doing.
I have no regrets. He had it coming.
-Murderer! -Sarp.
What? Huh? Let me take another swing at him.
-Sarp! -Damn it! What?
Leyla, I'm so sorry. I left everything to you.
No, don't worry. It's fine.
-What's wrong? -Nothing. Dilek and Ömer sent their best.
Oh, that's nice.
Barbo's here. He's checking his bags.
-Yeah? -Mm. . He's checking his bags.