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ISTANBUL ENCYCLOPEDIA
Why are you like this?
I don't know.
Are you bored by Istanbul?
No, I'm not bored, but I guess I'm intimidated by it.
Why are you intimidated, huh?
I feel like this crowd is going to eat me.
-This crowd? -Yes.
Zehra, what do you see when you look at this crowd?
A sea of people.
It's scary. I feel like I'm drowning.
If you go with the flow of the city like they do, you'll always find space.
If you just watch, of course you'll feel like you're drowning.
But once you take a step, everywhere will open up for you.
-Come on, Zehra! -Harun!
I'm getting into the flow of the city. Whoosh!
-From five meters away. Is that drowning? -Great! Going forward!
Be careful!
Wait!
-Come on! -Harun, be careful!
-Come on, Zehra! -Careful!
No!
As you like. Yeah.
"About what? Let's put our imagination to work."
"For instance, let's talk about
what life will be like in 200 or 300 years from now."
"After we're gone, people will travel by zeppelins."
"The jacket trends will change."
"Perhaps they will discover our sixth sense and they will enhance it."
"But life will remain the same. It will still be tough."
"Life will still be full of uncertainty and joy."
"Even after 1,000 years,
humankind will sigh and say, 'Oh, life is so hard.' in the same way."
Just like you.
"They will fear death in the same way, and will not want to die."
You know what I wonder the most?
ANTON CHEKHOV THREE SISTERS
You know,
back when people used to communicate by letters…
God knows when those letters would arrive.
At that moment,
the overwhelming feelings that made them write the letter,
wouldn't they have already changed by then?
That's exactly why it's a blessing to live in this era.
For example, if I wanna say something, I can reach out in an instant.
-I would still want to try it. -Try what?
You know…
My feelings for you now,
I don't know, keep them and convey them to you three or four weeks later.
Maybe there is something beautiful about the wait.
Let's do it.
-What? -Let's do it. Give me a date.
April 8th, 2024.
We will schedule an email to each other at 5:00 p.m.
-Are you serious? -I already started writing.
-Are you writing an acrostic poem? -Yes. See you on April 8th.
But some feelings…
Some feelings can't wait that long.
Dance, for example.
-Mom, is that you? -I'm home, son!
Hold on.
-No, it's okay. -Harun!
It's okay.
I baked the cake this morning, it's fresh. Have some.
Thanks, I'm just not hungry.
-No way! This is Harun's favorite cake. -It is.
-You have to try it. -Let's eat.
Just taste… It's fine.
Harun told me, but I can't remember. What was her name? Your aunt.
I couldn't remember.
-Nesrin. -Ms. Nesrin!
Thankfully, she'll tend to Osman.
Otherwise, he says he's fine and shrugs it off.
-It's not like he's too bad. -Son, his hand is always on his heart.
When we mention it, he asks, "Are you all doctors?"
I say, "Let a doctor tell us, so we can relax." Am I wrong?
You're right.
Though I'm a natural-born doctor. I know a few things.
My grandma was a healer too.
Remember you said we live to witness?
What if we are witnessing sins?
Then what does one do?
Then one repents.
Even though one is sometimes shaken and doesn't know what to do,
one knows there is always hope.
"Have We not expanded your chest for you?"
"And relieved you from your burden
which weighed so heavily on your back?"
"Have We not exalted your fame?"
"So, with hardship comes ease."
"Yes. With hardship comes ease."
"So, when you are free, still labor hard."
-"Turn to Allah with hope." -"Turn to Allah with hope."
-"Only to Him." -"Only to Him."
-Are you available after rehearsal? -I don't know.
Wanna go to the hospital with me? My folks will be happy to see you.
Actually, I have something to do.
-Here we go. -Here we go, what?
-I can't understand you, Zehra. -Why?
You're weird. You're available, then suddenly you're busy.
I thought you liked me being weird and eccentric.
-Did you change your mind? -No.
-It's just you're inconsistent. -Is it because you can't categorize me?
I'm not trying to categorize you. You're not being honest with me.
It feels like you got me chasing a secret, a lie.
-Because we are not making love? -I don't even know if you want it or not.
-Because I want it, and I don't. -Why, Zehra?
-Because that's exactly how I am! -Great! Let's use this excuse every time!
Sorry, I didn't grow up somewhere chill.
Make up your mind. You're not a kid anymore.
-Is that so? -It is.
-Hello? -Hello, Ms. Nesrin, how are you?
Oh, İlker. Hi, how are you?
Unfortunately, I'm calling about an unpleasant matter. About your sister.
I wanted to give you a heads-up. Could you come here today?
I was about to go into surgery. Is it okay if I come in about two hours?
-Could you bring Ms. Emel too? -Sure. Don't worry, I'll bring her.
Talking about this is unpleasant, but unfortunately, time is up.
Tomorrow, an enforcement request will be sent to the execution office.
The office will notify you to pay the debt within seven days,
or provide a court order to suspend the execution,
otherwise, the mortgaged property will be sold.
I wasn't aware of any this. Do we have to pay it immediately?
If paid by tomorrow, the process will be done without any additional cost.
If paid within seven days of the enforcement notice,
it will be with interest.
If you don't pay, you know the drill.
-Emel. -Okay, thanks for your help.
-No need to drag it out. See you. -Emel, they're gonna sell Mom's house.
-I don't think you heard him. -Let them.
Her share is more than enough for her.
Banks sell houses for peanuts. We know that.
Okay, I'll pay the rest. Okay?
Why do others have to suffer because of your debt?
Didn't you buy your house with my dad's inheritance?
-That also included my share? -Yes, but I've paid off my debt.
Years later. Bit by bit. After my money was devalued.
Didn't I suffer then?
What are you saying? Be honest with yourself.
Did you ever fall short of money?
Wasn't I there for you whenever you needed?
How can you talk about money? I don't get it!
Are you gonna count your favors? Really?
Emel! You used my mom's house as collateral!
-She's my mom too! -Then act like it!
-I have to be like you. You are the same. -What do you mean?
Insincere, selfish and calculated! You're the same!
-You are one to talk! -Yes, I am. So what? I'm one to talk.
"Is that irresponsible, addict,
only-good-for-singing-in-a-bar Emel saying that?"
-Yes, exactly. -Exactly! I am saying that.
But you have to talk, right? You, you! Always you! Why always you?
Because you were a star student in school?
Your house, your car, your life, your education, you going abroad!
Enough! Yes, it's enough! I'm done!
I'm sick of living off your scraps!
As if my birth was an accident!
I hate you, and I hate Mom.
Close your eyes.
I spent my high school years working and saving up.
While everyone was swimming during summer,
I was working as a waiter…
or at a kiosk in an ancient city.
My last job was at a defense industry expo…
as a booth host.
We had to stand up when a commander came by.
I didn't leave it to chance.
Even when I saw a private, I got on my feet.
Meanwhile, my best friend was betting on coins and making money.
He first bought a coin called Vuna, turning 100 USD into 1,000 USD.
Then turned it into 5,000 USD. Just as he was about to hit 10,000 USD,
he hyped me up, "This is your last chance to invest."
I invested all of my money in Vuna.
One day, I was on a plane, returning to Istanbul from my hometown,
when Vuna suddenly died, and I lost all of my money.
I wasn't feeling anything, except for my heart's pounding.
It felt like everything was just a game.
But soon, I had to face reality.
I almost cut my hand.
-Are you okay? Be careful. -I'm fine.
-You take this, and I'll take that. -Okay.
Pelin.
Don't make it too obvious
but are the people by the tree looking at you?
I said not too obvious, Pelin. Gosh!
I was obvious.
Man, every time we run into this girl, she's looking at me. I feel it.
I didn't know you could read minds, dear Pel.
I don't need supernatural abilities, dear Zehra. It's not unheard of.
If that girl smokes with me, she won't be able to go home tonight out of fear.
But here's what I don't understand.
Why do you carry so much weight in this religion
just because you have a vagina and a head?
-I don't know. It makes me sad. -I can't say anything to her. How can I?
She's a victim too after all.
Right. What can you say?
Look at those complaining about the judgment machines.
Who is really free?
Can you show me? I'm so curious. Is there such a person in this world?
How can you be so sure you are free?
Like, how many millions of that T-shirt are out there?
But each says "Be yourself." "Believe in yourself."
I wish we could be ourselves just by changing clothes.
But trend addicts are passing judgment.
"Come one, come all. You can be yourself for only 159.90."
It's not a T-shirt, man.
It's a sweatshirt.
All right.
-I ran out of coffee… Coffee? -I ran out of coffee!
-I ran out of money! -Girls.
I'm so sorry. We…
Things got tense with Harun, and I took it out on you.
Again, I'm sorry.
Well, well, nice going!
Pelin…
I was wondering why Zehra was talking such nonsense.
You know what? You're an item now. Tense moments and all.
No. There is nothing.
So, what are you?
I bet they're cuddle buddies.
Could be sense buddies too.
We can't be anything.
We get it. They're love buddies.
You wanna do something today?
I don't know, it feels like you're gonna get your brain pierced, not your ear.
I can't look at it.
-What do you think, Zehra? -I don't know.
At worst, you'll look like a robot with a button stuck in your brain.
Then you lost me on my right side, baby.
Whoa! Girls. Okay, I've changed my mind.
I'm going for a tattoo roulette. Are you ready?
-Are you sure? -I'm sure.
-I don't know. -Is it a sin, Zehra?
No. I just meant a tattoo is no joke.
It is. This is the most serious one. Just let it be. Come on.
Here I go.
WINNING TATTOO
Is that a damn joke?
I said it was gonna be unforgettable, not pretty.
Zehra, you get the tragus.
-No objections. Please. -No.
Look, I don't want to get my ear pierced.
Look at me.
Are you scared?
No.
I'm not scared.
Never mind my ear, I'm gonna get my belly pierced.
I haven't even touched you yet.
-Wait. Pierce it when I feel ready, okay? -Sure.
Yo, what up brother?
Da Poet Istanbul
Los Angeles collaboration Equal Knox resurrecting the dead
Welcome to the state of emergency
Aimed at your servantry Proclaimed by word diversity
Retained by curved hyperbole Sustained by your uncertainty
With confidence effectively Being the dopest by complexity
And dominant intensity What you expect from me?
I leave mountains in a single bound With thousands of my people sound
The challenges to equal level
-Is it done? -Done.
Your blood test results are fine. Everything seems to be normal.
I tell them I'm fine, but they don't believe me, Doctor.
Let's get another ECG, Mr. Osman. But your results seem normal.
Schedule an appointment for next month with Ms. Pırıl. We'll meet again.
-We better keep monitoring you. -We appreciate it. Sorry for the trouble.
Ms. Nesrin, could you give him a sedative anyway?
-Why? -He scared us a little yesterday.
Sedatives help. They calm him down.
Mr. Osman, I can refer you to someone if you have anxiety.
No, Doctor. I'm quite fine. Yıldız is exaggerating.
-Okay. -How about this?
Let us know if there's a need, and we'll follow up. Okay, Ms. Pırıl?
By the way, Zehra had a thing, so she couldn't come.
But she said hi to everyone. I just wanted to say that.
-Bless her. -Have you met her?
Yes, we met. She's very sweet. I liked her.
Yes, she's very sweet.
It doesn't look stupid, does it?
I hope this wasn't too crazy just to make it a special day, I mean…
I hope they won't say something stupid. I'll lose it.
-Don't worry. I'm writing everything down. -What?
In my "people's unsolicited comments about me" notebook.
But how did you learn to sing in English in godforsaken Amasya?
For real though. You would think she went to Robert.
-The internet is everywhere, baby. -So you say.
I swear it's such an embarrassment. Let me see.
Libido killer. Cover it.
-Girls, keep going, I'll catch up. -Okay.
-Hello? -Zehra, can we meet?
-My battery is running low. -I'll be at the place I told you about.
-Why? -I'm sorry.
-I didn't hear you.
I'm sorry.
I realized what I did wrong.
-What? -I'm sorry.
-What do you mean? -I'm sorry.
Sorry…
-I'm sorry. -I couldn't hear you.
Zehra, I'm sorry. I apologize a thousand times. I'm sorry.
-Write it in your diary. -What?
Write it in your diary. Don't forget this.
-You forgive me? -No.
-Make me write it if you can! -Harun!
Why didn't you tell me?
You think I didn't notice?
Why aren't you two talking, Zehra?
Just because.
You don't have to tell me.
But I want you to know I'll always be there for you.
I'm here, okay?
You can share anything with me.
I didn't tell you this to make you cry. I told you to comfort you.
So don't hold it in.
Whatever.
Whatever. You can tell me whenever you want.
Okay?
Cheer up a bit.
Stop it. I swear I'm scared.
Wait.
Careful.
Here we go.
-Yes, Mom? -Hello? Harun.
-Harun, hurry! Your dad! -What?
-He's having a heart attack! -Where are you?
Hurry! Come to the Naval Hospital!
Osman!
We have an emergency. Where should we take him?
-Room 3 is empty. We can take him there. -Patient's name?
-Osman Akçakaya. -Who are you?
-His son, ma'am. -Vitals?
-Pulse 90, saturation 95. -All right. One, two, three, lift him.
-Mom has his details. -Glucose is 100.
-Got it. -No known chronic disease.
Blood pressure difference between arms.
-Good job. -Good luck.
-Let's take him here. -Give him some oxygen.
Mr. Osman, hello. Can you hear me?
Mr. Osman? Hopefully, you'll recover soon. Can you hear me?
Guys, give him oxygen, stat.
You feel any pain? Okay. Guys, monitor the patient.
I'll get you something to drink.
Harun. Water?
Your dad is going to be fine.
Don't worry.
We have to comfort your mom.
Don't be like that, okay?
I'm here for you.
I'm praying.
Your dad will be fine.
Just relax.
Give me your phone.
-Why? What happened? -My phone is dead. Can I use yours?
When your dad gets better, he'll watch this and we'll have a laugh.
That's why I'm recording this.
Yes.
Hello, dear Uncle Osman.
This is how we got to meet you.
With this video, we wanted to show you what good kids we are.
I'm with Harun. Harun, what do you wanna say to your dad?
Yes. What do you want to tell him?
Go.
See, Uncle Osman? It wasn't easy to convince him.
So, Harun, what do you want to say to your dad?
Don't scare us like that again. Don't do it. Okay?
-Yes. -And get well.
Yes, don't do it again, Uncle Osman. You really scared us.
We are now heading to Mom Yıldız to support her.
That doesn't make sense.
-You said you ran all the tests. Okay. -Mrs. Yıldız, please. Yes, I did.
But what did I tell you?
-"Give him a sedative to calm him down." -I did it, Mrs. Yıldız. I did it!
What on earth did you do?!
I did it, Mrs. Yıldız! I won't stand for your insults!
Yes! I took an ECG! We ran blood tests!
Don't you understand? I couldn't have predicted that!
Hello?
Mommy, how are you?
Thank God, everything is fine.
Mom.
Can you pray for me?
Are you okay, Zehra?
You were talking in your sleep.
Zehra.
I'm fine.
The morning prayer time is ending.
This is a four-bedroom house.
We don't use three rooms. Let's just sell it.
Let's sell it. We can buy a house for Mom that will be enough for her.
Which house?
This house.
This house. This house, Mommy. This house. This is your house.
-Or she can stay with you. -You know I'm selling my house.
Right. You can buy, sell. Do whatever you like.
I'm not selling my house because of a debt or mortgage.
-You're going abroad. -Yes, dear, yes.
You're no different from Dad.
What did Dad do to you? Just tell me. You keep saying that.
He abandoned us. Isn't that enough?
He didn't abandon anyone. He just couldn't find a space here.
Weren't you angrier at Dad than I was? Did you forget?
You're going abroad. Now you understand him?
Did he abandon his responsibilities? He sent us money.
-Who bought this house? -Oh, God!
-Who? -Your husband.
Your husband.
Do I have a husband?
Mom, who did we come out of? Who? Didn't we come out of your belly?
-My belly? -Yes.
Let's sell this house and part ways. Let's shut this family institution down.
-Why did you go into so much debt? -I did it. Why do you care?
Fine. Take a loan from a bank without us knowing and go into debt.
-Fine. Then, "Why do you care?" Great. -Did I start the pandemic, Nesrin?
What could I do? The pandemic crushed the bar.
I would've made enough money to shut you up otherwise.
Sevinç.
Is that you? Sevinç.
Aunt Sevinç isn't here, Mom.
Where is she?
There is no Sevinç here, Mom.
There is anger.
The letter D. "Deniz Hospital."
"Formerly Sakızağacı Naval Hospital and Kasımpaşa Naval Hospital,
now officially called Istanbul Naval Hospital."
"It is a great health institution that is a source of pride for Türkiye,
and for the land, sea, and air forces, as well as the Turkish army."
What could this Naval Hospital be? Did they bring in sick seas?
Yes, I've heard that
Istanbulites were such harmful, malevolent folks
that they made the whole sea sick.
Marmara's snot filled up the shores.
It's hard to imagine a beauty famous for its turquoise in snot green.
But feeling surrounded by a snot sea is not unfamiliar.
Living in Istanbul…
is actually sometimes
just like swimming in snot.
So sticky and so hard.
No, it's not a swamp. The sea doesn't pull you in,
but it never lets you get away either.
An overwhelming sense of restriction.
We're stuck in the sea.
I don't know if the city is sick or if I'm tired.
I'm admitting my inner sea to a hospital now.
Don't you understand? I couldn't…
DOCTORS ARE ARROGANT! SHE SHOULD BE FIRED!
I want to believe in a land where the seas are cured.
I'm sorry.
It was my fault.
Subtitle translation by: M. Levent Yılmazoğlu