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LAST CALL FOR ISTANBUL
I felt something strange when I first saw her.
I was bedazzled.
Then the voice inside of me said, "Mehmet, this is it.
She's the one you've been looking for. Don't look any further."
If she hadn't come into my life,
I would have been somewhere else now.
-So, someone took my luggage?
Sorry, are you Turkish?
That sounded silly. You just… You just spoke Turkish.
I saw your suitcase,
but I was with the security, so, I couldn't get to it.
It's not your fault.
If I lose my suitcase, I'm finished, totally ruined.
Calm down. Whoever took it will eventually realize it's not theirs.
Did you have your phone number or address on it?
My phone and purse are in there.
Does it have a tag on it?
Yes.
-But it's worn. -May I?
Thank you so much.
My pleasure. We'll find it. Don't worry.
It's ringing.
Answering machine. "Dragon Gift Shop."
Then stuff in Chinese. Didn't get it.
A shop in Manhattan. Close to Chinatown.
How am I supposed to go to Chinatown?
I'm going that way, actually.
Well, somewhere close by.
-I can give you a lift if you like. -You're going to Chinatown?
Or are you just trying to be helpful?
Does it matter?
No, you've already flown for hours. Thank you.
-I'll manage. -I don't mind it.
I'll take you there, we'll sort it out, and I'll go on my way. No problem.
When I first saw him, it felt like I'd already known him.
You probably regret crossing paths.
No. I've been in the same situation a few times.
You know that feeling of, "I'll have a story with this guy"?
That's how I felt.
Let's go.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would've been like
if I hadn't met him that day, hadn't gone with him.
This place feels familiar, like I've been here before.
Must be the hundreds of films I've watched.
Yeah, it's normal after watching so many.
-This is the place. -Is it?
You can try this for sore throat. It's very effective.
You will see the prices are all shown there.
Thank God you brought it.
Let me take it.
Fenhua!
What?
-Come here, quick. Hurry! -What is it?
Give Dad a call. They want their luggage.
Hello? Oh, somebody has brought your luggage here.
Where are you?
Alright. I'll let them know. Bye.
Now what?
Now we'll go to that hotel.
No, you must be tired. No need.
Nonsense. We came all this way.
I won't leave until we get it.
I'm a bit hungry, though. Shall we grab something?
Okay.
You can add it to my tab.
I see. You found a good way to finance your New York trip.
Yeah. I came to New York to con strangers and make them chase after my luggage.
You don't need to con anyone.
There must be millions of guys here who'd buy you dinner.
Was that a compliment?
No, of course not.
Are you flirting with me?
-Definitely not. I'm married. -Oh, good.
-Don't get me wrong. I'm married too. -All good then.
-You'll stay here? -What choice do I have?
Are you sure? We could look for another place.
I should set you free now.
-Thank you so much. -Yes, time to say goodbye.
Yes, go to your friend. I kept you too long.
No, it was a pleasure. I should thank you.
Okay. Have fun in New York.
Same. And good luck with your job interview.
Thank you.
-Nice meeting you. -Same.
Can I have your phone--
What if he doesn't bring your suitcase tomorrow?
I don't know.
What do you suggest we do?
Are you sure?
I came all this way. I have to stay in the room that John Lennon stayed in.
I'll have a drink at the rooftop. Since she highly recommended it.
Feel free to join.
No, I better not.
-Why? -I'll get some rest.
Is something wrong?
I mean, New York, rooftop, having drinks together…
So?
It will be a huge mistake.
What do you mean, a huge mistake? We'll have drinks, that's all.
Let's say I joined you for a drink,
what would your wife say?
What do you mean?
Is there any reason for my wife to say something?
I don't know. Is there?
I don't think so.
No.
Rest assured, I'm not a guy who'd cheat on his wife. Ever.
Big words.
Not if you know yourself.
I seriously don't have any other intentions.
I'll be upstairs having a drink. You're welcome to join.
I understand that you don't.
But what if I have?
-Rock star! Drinking water? -I was just waiting for you.
If I had known you'd dress up, I would have too.
Where did you get this?
From downstairs. She's amazing.
She sells lost items down there.
-You have to check the stuff she has. -Great.
You seem happy.
-I'll be even happier once I drink. -Sure.
So, what is it that you design?
Started with jewelry.
Now I design hair accessories and bridal headpieces.
I collaborated with a brand in Milan, then in London.
-And now, here I am. -So, you're quite good at it.
I don't get this stuff, but still…
I feel like calling you "Ryan."
Okay. Good. That suits me.
What should I call you?
Ryan, why don't we make a deal?
We'll be together until I get my luggage.
We won't meet again. No calling, no stalking on social media.
-Why are we doing this? -To have more fun, to get comfortable.
If not, we will overthink this.
Well, you're an interesting woman.
Sorry.
IF YOU'RE FREE, MAY I CALL YOU? I'M NOT FREE, EDA.
Being phone-free feels great.
You should try it.
Deal.
We've been together for ten years. You?
We've been together…
since college.
-Any children? -No.
But…
I want kids. I want to be a father.
Do you have any?
I'm not ready yet.
Kids? We can barely manage ourselves. There are things I'd like to do.
If your husband agrees, it's fine.
Well, I don't know if he agrees.
When you're in a long-term relationship,
you can't tell if it is love or habit.
Do you ever feel that?
If that's what you're saying, you have a problem.
Why is that?
If you really love someone,
you don't question it.
A relationship is something that shouldn't be questioned.
If you ask me.
I disagree. You shouldn't take it for granted.
Haven't you ever gotten sick of being with the same woman for years?
No.
Come on.
You apparently got sick of it. Must be why you came to New York alone.
In order to be creative, I have to ditch that routine.
Exploring a different city, meeting people.
And I guess…
I feel the need to remember that I have options.
Why did you come alone?
I came to blow off some steam.
I thought I'd feel good here.
-Let's blow off steam, then. -Yes! To blowing off steam.
I find fidelity overrated.
You do?
-Haven't you ever cheated on your wife? -I haven't.
Get it all out.
You won't see me again.
You didn't answer my question.
I did, but you wouldn't take the answer.
You see, if I wanted to cheat, I wouldn't have gotten married.
If I felt like cheating, I would get divorced right away.
If you're happy, if you love your partner, and, most of all, respect them,
cheating is out of the question. That's it.
What else?
Nothing.
-What do you mean? -Do you have any other clichés?
"Lovers don't cheat. Cheaters don't love." Shoot them all.
-Then we can start talking. -Why would I lie to you?
Exactly. No need to be uptight.
Yeah, theoretically, no one gets married to cheat.
But there are times you get bored of yourself, of your job,
of where you live in, of your clothes…
Our relationships don't work because we fool ourselves.
If we could feel free in a relationship, we wouldn't feel the need to cheat.
It wouldn't feel like a prison.
Maybe marriage isn't to blame for all setbacks in a relationship.
What do you think? Maybe it's just easier to put the blame on others.
Especially if you are no longer in love with your partner,
and you lack the courage to say it.
Life is too short to be in a loveless relationship, Ryan.
You smoke?
Sometimes. When I drink. Actually, I quit.
Sure.
The bar should've been here. Look at this.
Remember the Sunday Night Movies during our childhood?
There was this view of New York.
Wow!
You have a beautiful voice.
Good job.
If you'd like to join us on stage…
-No, that's your thing. Thanks. -Okay.
No objections.
I used to watch those films on Sunday nights.
Then it would be bedtime. I'd go to bed and dream of New York.
I'd say, "When I grow up, I'll go there." This view felt so vibrant.
I used to think the same for Istanbul. "One day I'll go there, live there."
The view of the Bosporus is way better.
I love Istanbul.
You can love both Istanbul and New York. Give New York a shot.
I did, but until now, all I've noticed is this stench of piss in the streets.
People seem lonely.
-Smell of weed, and sad people. -Come on.
Let's go by bus.
-By bus? -Yes. Come on.
Are you sure?
-Wait. I'll be back. Stay there. -Let's go. Please.
Let's just go!
Son of a bitch! Where is your knife now?
Huh, pimp?
-Don't let go of my hand again. -And you don't either.
I thought you didn't smoke.
What? Is that mine?
-It was in your pocket. -My pocket?
No way.
Look at the tricks you have up your sleeve, Ryan!
What?
Here we go. Like all of that wasn't enough.
You know you called the guy "bird shit," right?
"Bird shit?"
Really? Did I call him "bird shit?"
The girls were really hot.
How come they thought I was competition?
Well, they must have felt threatened by your beauty.
They must have been annoyed.
Since they felt intimidated,
it's no surprise that they showed their teeth.
Because…
I mean, it makes sense.
Wow! Such compliments!
You started chattering, Ryan. Is it the adrenaline, or this?
I mean, both.
Let's say both.
Nicely balanced.
So, now what?
Shall we go back? While we are still in one piece.
-Let's go to the hotel. -No.
Not to the hotel. I don't want to remember tonight this way.
How do you want to remember it?
Well, we're in New York.
Two strangers meeting for the first and last time.
Let's do something different, something we can't do in Istanbul.
Hear me out now…
Wasn't it great?
-I can't believe you. -Come.
-I'll go to the restroom. -Okay.
This is ridiculous.
A drink?
-No way you're doing it. -Then why are we here?
-Let's leave. I thought we'd just watch. -You will.
You are really…
I mean, really…
-I just don't get it. -Ryan, why the face?
-No congratulating? -It's nothing.
So, you're faking it with your husband too?
Who said I was faking it?
Come on. Night is young.
I had so much fun. Thank you.
Good night.
Serin?
Serin? What's wrong?
The game is over.
Serin.
-Serin… -Sir.
EDA ARIKAN
Eda, hi.
Hi, Mehmet. Sorry if I mixed up the times.
-Is it early? -No, speak. What is it?
I wanted to call you yesterday, but you were busy.
Anyway, I'm letting you know the trial date is set.
Next month, the 20th. At Çağlayan.
At 11:30 a.m.
I just called Mehmet too.
It's uncontested, no need for witnesses.
Only the two of you. It'll take ten, 15 minutes.
Okay, thanks.
When I first saw him, it felt like I'd already known him.
You know that feeling of, "I'll have a story with this guy"? That's how I felt.
I froze when I saw her.
Something inside me pulled me towards her.
She even had a boyfriend then.
I didn't care. I asked her to come with me.
I left my boyfriend and went with him. I didn't think of anyone or anything.
I didn't answer to anyone. Including myself.
I went to Mehmet's that night. We never parted again.
Sometimes I wonder where I'd be now,
what my life would be like if I hadn't said yes to him that day.
Sometimes I wonder
who I would have become if she hadn't been in my life.
I am very lucky
to have had her.
The third year of our relationship, I got accepted to a college in New York.
To study fashion design.
I would have loved to go.
But everything was perfect with Mehmet.
She didn't go.
We were in love.
We couldn't let go of each other even for a moment.
Why would she go? How could I let her go?
Then…
My dad wants to meet you.
-Your dad? -Yes.
I think you'll love each other.
Look, son.
She gave up her future for you.
Her life would've been so different if she'd gone to New York.
She stayed for you.
You need to get your life together.
How long will you keep doing music?
Get a real job.
Be a man who is suitable for Serin.
Okay?
"Be a man who is suitable for Serin."
Honestly…
I felt like a piece of shit.
How would you feel?
We got married in a small ceremony abroad, accompanied by our close friends.
My parents learned about it later.
We casually got married.
Then I got a job.
Wearing ties, jackets, suits…
With that, my music career went down the drain.
I could only perform with my buddies once in a blue moon.
It wasn't the same.
I found a job.
Mehmet was a great support. I'll give him that.
He got a regular job.
We started a new life. We were happy and excited.
Everything was magical.
We were so into each other, we wanted to do everything together.
We made our life decisions
thinking of each other.
We shaped each other's lives.
I guess that's why we're suffering now.
We were both trying to build a career,
but we never neglected each other.
Initially, marriage was nice.
We weren't like those couples who lose the spark after marriage.
-Don't touch here. Just the sides. -Okay. I'll shave here.
My mom used to put me to sleep on my back, so…
You did that on purpose.
Shave it all, then.
Then I started designing for a brand.
More like I attempted to.
She usually gets stressed while working.
She has her own space, own order of things.
You must never touch it.
Mehmet…
What is this?
I was just checking your website.
I saw some models that are almost the same as my designs.
Are you aware of this?
Why wasn't I informed?
They are the same. You just changed the color.
They stole my ideas and fired me.
You have no right to do this. Where's my share for this?
Fuck off, you fucking idiot!
They are well aware. Great!
That's when I first regretted not going to New York.
I sent some of my designs to a place in New York.
I just wanted to try my luck.
I didn't have much hope, but then…
DEAR SERİN YILMAZ, THANK YOU FOR APPLYING TO VARGAND FASHION STUDIO
She'd applied somewhere in New York.
She was to prepare a collection. If they liked it, they'd hire her.
She hadn't told me that. So, I didn't tell her I knew.
I'm home.
Welcome back.
-How are you? -Fine, dear.
Wait. Sero.
I waited for her to tell me. She didn't.
I was afraid he would say no.
Had he said no, I might not have gone. He could've convinced me.
My phone was ringing.
We started arguing, fighting.
She challenged everything I said, acted stubborn,
disagreed with me on everything.
Serin!
Whenever I went to a photo shoot for work, he'd get jealous, and we'd argue.
-Yes? -Where are you?
At a shoot.
Still at the shoot?
I got held up. We're doing my collection. It's turning out great.
My instrument. I'm home, and I can't believe it.
I've told you so many times not to put anything on my instrument.
I'm very sensitive about this.
You act like you don't know how sensitive--
-I'm doing a shoot. Let's talk at home. -What is this?
-Unbelievable! -What?
Serin?
-İyi? -İyi. Yeah.
-Honey, I have to go. -Who's there?
-The crew. -Is it a movie set? What's taking long?
Calm down. Let me finish the shoot.
-We'll talk when I come home. -Or don't come.
-You treat this place like a hotel. -I'm hanging up.
Look who's here.
-Please don't do it again. -What? Am I a sitter?
-Don't disturb me while I'm working. -Am I a house sitter?
What am I at this house? What am I to you?
What time is it? Who was that?
What do you want?
-I worked all day. What do you want? -What did you drink?
-Wait. -What did I drink?
-What do you mean, "Or don't come?" -Who is that guy?
What were you doing at this hour?
I heard him laughing in the background.
-What should he do? Pick a fight like you? -How fun--
Do happy people piss you off?
You were having fun, so why did you come? Look at the time. This is a home!
Who am I to you?
-Fun is irrelevant. This is my home. -Just--
Mehmet…
Mehmet.
CANSU - NEW MESSAGE
HI, I'M BACK SO, HOW ARE YOU?
GREAT TO TALK TO YOU
MEHMET, DO YOU HAVE TIME? I NEED TO TALK TO YOU
I WISH YOU WERE THERE YESTERDAY
PARTY ON FRIDAY, WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN?
DO YOU THINK THIS DRESS IS GOOD FOR A WORK MEAL?
Whoa.
Yes, I'm listening.
I don't want to be accused like this.
A month and a half ago, we performed in Kadıköy.
Yes, in Kadıköy.
You were there too.
You left early.
If you'd stayed, you would have met this girl.
That's all. She came that day, we ran into each other.
Hadn't seen her for years.
Yes. And if I was up to some shit, I would lock it with a passcode, okay?
There is no secret where there is no passcode.
-Check it any time. -Yeah, you don't even care.
Honey, should I call the girl? You--
-So laid-back. -What? I didn't do anything.
What happened after the gig? Why is she sending you photos?
-Want me to be honest? -What happened after the gig?
Nothing. What do you think?
She came, listened, and left.
-We were-- -Come on!
-We just talked over the phone. Look-- -What happened after the gig?
-Nothing. I finished my drink. -She texts you every morning!
-I dropped her home. She was drunk. -Dropped her home?
-Yes. -Good job.
-This is-- -And? How did you drop her?
Are you kidding?
Did I write anything bad in here?
-Any sign of flirting? -What did you do after?
Am I the reason why she sends me photos of her cleavage?
Might be into me.
Why has she been sending photos every morning for a month?
Are you her stylist? "Good for work?" Always with three emojis!
-Her-- -She was drunk, and you had a threesome?
No! I'll be honest with you.
-There was no sex! -Honesty? It's over!
You showed no interest in me. Everyone deserves occasional affection.
And it feels nice receiving it.
Why did you take off your ring?
Mehmet, I've thought about it a lot.
There's no longer true love between us.
We're not good for each other.
We're drifting away in a passionless and dull life.
It's hard to admit it,
but that's how it is.
For you to even think about texting this woman proves my point.
We can't go on like this.
We shouldn't.
I mean, I can't.
I'm really sorry.
I'm writing this letter
because if we try to talk, we'll fight again.
We won't listen to or hear each other.
Defenses, accusations… I don't have the strength for that.
I don't have the strength for an unhappy marriage.
Let's get a divorce.
That's it. It's that simple for her.
Just because I texted someone.
If Serin texted with someone from her past,
how would you feel?
If Mehmet applied for a job abroad without telling you,
how would you feel?
I'll ask you something now.
Please think carefully before you answer.
If you met each other today, would you still fall for each other?
We are not who we used to be. Maybe we wouldn't like each other at all.
Yeah. Who knows?
Does it matter now anyway?
We filed for divorce. We're waiting for a trial date.
This is our last session too.
Fine.
Then in this last session, I'll have one last suggestion for you.
Why would I take your passport?
Hello.
To the airport.
When is your job interview in New York?
Next month.
Perfect.
Can you go there together, by any chance?
I want you to act like you've just met each other
for the very first time.
I just want to help you.
Let's go, shall we?
Please.
-It will be a huge mistake. -What do you mean, a huge mistake?
-Don't let go of my hand again. -And you don't either.
I still love you very much, you know.
I really miss us.
Me too. Let's just enjoy it.
Green water.
With ginger.
It can cure your hangover.
-You like this stuff. -Thank you.
The alcohol and cigarettes killed me. Got your suitcase?
Yes.
-Anything missing? -No.
Cool.
You like it?
Turns out, the therapist was right.
Yesterday was good for us.
Yes, I agree.
We laughed.
We were cheerful, like we used to be.
And we talked. We hadn't talked this much for so long.
And we didn't fight.
Not with each other, yes.
-Yeah. -Does your hand hurt?
No, it's fine.
Yesterday, I saw the old Mehmet in your eyes.
The Mehmet that wants me.
Do you recall what she said?
"If you met each other today, would you still fall for each other?"
I would.
Yeah, I'd fall deeply for the guy I met yesterday.
But we didn't meet yesterday.
-What do you mean? -I mean, nothing has changed.
The stuff that brought us here didn't vanish overnight.
Last night was one of the most memorable nights of my life.
I'm sure that once we're back in Istanbul, we'll start fighting again.
We'll ruin each other's lives again.
I don't want to be that woman. Grumpy, always yelling.
I don't like that version of myself.
Trying to be myself and us at the same time…
-I can't give you what you want. -What did I ask from you?
-What have I ever wanted from you? -You said it last night.
-I don't want a baby. -Okay.
-I can't. -I don't want to live here. I never will.
Yeah, that's why we'll set each other free.
-Is there any other way? -Thousands.
I told you yesterday. What matters is choosing to be together.
But instead, you're throwing us away by preferring to live here.
-Such a shame. -I'm throwing us away?
It's all my fault, yeah.
You want a divorce, I don't.
-I mean, I didn't. -You could've supported me.
Instead of saying, "I'm here for you," you say "Don't. It'll be a shame."
This is the thing. When it's about your work, life stops.
When it's about what I've dreamed about my whole life,
I'm selfish.
My work?
I gave up myself altogether!
I'm busting my ass to make you happy!
And you're planning to move abroad!
Apparently, that justifies you cheating on me.
I didn't cheat.
You're only fooling yourself.
We know what would've happened if I hadn't seen those messages.
Serin, I did not cheat on you.
Cheating is not my thing.
Remember, it was you who came to me when you had a boyfriend.
Get out!
Will you leave?
We're getting divorced.
The date is set, do you realize that?
It's not child's play.
-I'll be late to my interview. -Your interview.
Your job is more important. So is this fucking city!
Everything is more important than me!
And you say you love me. I mean, you said so yesterday.
Yes, I love you, but I don't want this. Don't you get it?
Fine.
I don't want to be with someone who doesn't want me.
Serin, this is the first time I'm writing a letter.
I don't know if I'll do well, but I'll try.
You may have a point.
Maybe I'll explain myself better than by talking face-to-face.
You were right.
Maybe I couldn't be as good a man as you wanted or deserved.
If I couldn't make you feel that I support you
in everything you want to do or you dream of,
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry
if I made you feel like I no longer love you or get you
even just for a day.
I'm so scared of losing you, that I'm actually losing you.
Yes, we both had dreams when we first met,
and in time, we had to give up some of them.
Could we have done better than blaming each other for it?
I don't know.
But one thing I do know is
that the couples who grow old together, fight too.
They also get tired and bored,
and want to give up sometimes.
There's only one reason they don't.
Their faith in finding one another in that home of theirs
after everything and everyone is gone.
What I call "home,"
and you call "love" or "passion," is actually that faith, don't you think?
I wanted us to have that faith.
I wanted it a lot.
I wish it was us against the world, shouting "We are one!"
I really wish we didn't give up.
Because I…
I'm still madly in love with you.
You still have a return ticket.
If you change your mind, I'll be on that Istanbul flight.
I don't want to settle in another country behind your back.
I get your anger. Sorry.
Got the job?
I won't accept it.
Can we not get divorced?
Come here.
Unbelievable! Is this a joke?
Damn it.
It's gone.
Well…
It's lost.
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