Ali, take this!
I'm... going to get something... to clean the room.
Hey, you can't finish the bottle today.
You can't overdo it because you're taking medication.
Why'd you bring me here?
What do you mean?
You know this is the only way to get you to talk.
Do you really need to ask?
That's what happened, Cemre.
Omer kept yelling, though.
I understand, but...
But what?
But it seems there's something bothering him.
Okay. What is it, though?
Why won't he tell me?
She's said a lot to me, and then she leaves just like that?
She never asks how I'm doing. It's like she doesn't care.
Alright, calm down.
She went to see him because Simal asked her to.
She still went, Ozan. That's what matters, okay?
She didn't hesitate to go.
It's not that important, Omer.
You were in a better mood
when you left the hospital with a bullet in your shoulder.
Why do you always bring up the shooting?
Stop bringing it up.
Fine, I understand. I won't say anything.
You don't get it. You don't understand.
He's angry because you went to see Iskender.
But he understands Ali's situation better than I do!
-You didn't do anything wrong. -That's right.
I get it, but Omer's problem is that you went to see him.
What other reason would I have to go see Iskender?
-I know. -I mean...
Why would I want to see Iskender?
I had no choice and Omer just doesn't get it.
Was Ruya the only person who could speak with Iskender?
She slapped him and threw her ring in his face,
but the moment something comes up
no one knows him better than her and she goes to talk to him.
It's weird, you know?
Doesn't he have any relatives? Any uncles, aunts, friends?
Was Ruya the only one who could speak with him?
I understand, but she only did it to help Simal.
That's it.
Who else was going to talk to him?
She had to talk to him
and only Ruya could keep him from sending Ali to prison.
Who else could've shut him up?
That's not it, bud.
What's the problem then? Explain it to me.
There's no problem, okay? We're done.
No, we're not.
We've started to talk about it and we're going to finish this.
Ruya stayed in your room all night.
You should've seen her reaction when she saw you were hurt.
Was she really worried?
Worried doesn't cover it. She was suffering!
But if you still don't believe me,
pretend to jump off a bridge
and I'll record her reaction so I can show it to you.
Maybe then you'll believe me.
I know you're not lying.
He's jealous!
That's what I'm saying.
His behavior is ridiculous. Don't try to understand it.
-It is. -If it were reasonable,
he wouldn't be jealous over something so stupid.
Right? There's something else, though.
Being jealous and being an idiot are different.
-They're the same to me. -I did nothing wrong.
I had to go, so I did.
-He can't blame me for that. -Of course not.
I won't go see him until he apologizes.
Good, you shouldn't. Stop yelling, though.
-The neighbors will hear you. -I'm not yelling!
I'm talking! I'm not yelling!
-Okay. -Good.
-I'm going to bed. -Now?
-Yes, now. -Don't you want dinner?
I'm not hungry! Good night!
Okay. Get some rest.
I know you're telling the truth. I believe you.
Okay.
I just don't trust myself or this situation.
What I'm experiencing with Ruya doesn't seem real.
You know what I mean, don't you?
Omer, I've seen how that woman looks at you.
Do you understand that? Her eyes really light up.
Trust me.
He's the problem.
He doesn't have to be.
You should be happy, not depressed.
That's the problem.
I know it'd be amazing if something like that happened.
If Ruya and I fell in love, that'd be perfect.
Then what are you waiting for?
I want to know where I stand.
Do you think that a girl like her
would set her eyes on me before the fire?
-But she did. -She's confused.
She doesn't know what she's doing.
Who is she? Who am I?
She's living a dream and she doesn't know what she wants.
She's lost.
She sees the neighborhood and the kids
and thinks it's fun.
She sees the cleaning ladies and thinks that's strange.
She goes to the store and looks at things
as if she were a tourist.
But I guarantee she'll get bored after a while.
She'll stop finding it all so interesting.
Once she gets used to this place, she'll grow bored.
She'll remember who she is and she'll want to leave.
And what about me?
What's going to happen to me?
Will I save the glass she used to drink tea
and will I leave the chair she used as she left it
because I think she may come back
and she'll want to find everything as it was?
The truth is that I'll be very lonely.
I'll always be waiting for her, but she may never come back.
Then you'll go after her.
-I should go get her? -Yes.
And I'll tell her that there was once a poor, proud man?
Remember that one?
He's still poor,
but he's put his pride aside to come get you.
She won't want to see me, though.
Of course she will. Just tell her that.
Omer...
Hmm?
When the time comes, you'll remember this.
What?
You need to live in the present.
Her eyes are filled with love when she looks at you, Omer.
I mean it.
Why are you afraid to love her back?
Don't be afraid.
What could happen?
-I don't know. -Exactly, you don't.
Maybe it won't work out.
You said something about a chair
and I'll respect that since I visit the store most often.
I won't sit on that chair.
And I won't touch her glass if you don't want me to, Omer.
You think I should go after her?
I suggest you don't worry about the ending.
Don't.
You're right.
Let's toast, Omer.
We were obviously going to drink a lot.
Omer!
Why'd you leave without saying a word?
The truth is that you left this at my place
and I figured I should return it.
You really came here to return it?
Well, I thought you might need it or something.
It's useful.
I should leave.
Hey...
Don't you have something to say?
Yes.
I suppose I was very nasty to you today
and I'd like to apologize.
What else?
-What else? -It's fine.
-What do you mean? -I don't know.
Is there something you want to tell me?
Yes, I do.
I'll feel terrible if I don't get it out.
But first, I have to get ready.
Ready for what?
For disappointment.
What do you mean?
That doesn't matter.
I promise to tell you, but not like this.
Not in the middle of the street. I'll tell you, I promise.
When?
You like fish, don't you?
Very much, yes.
I'm going to prepare a table for us on my terrace.
I'll make fish or something.
I'll open a bottle, but it won't be for you.
We both know you can't hold your liquor.
-That only happened once. -Fine, you can have one glass.
And on that night we'll see...
What?
On that night, we'll see what happens.
Ruya, will you come to my house tomorrow night?
I'll be there.
That sounds great. See you tomorrow.
-Okay. -Okay.
Alright, see you.
Bye.