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who don't have bad habits.

Before coming here I spent three days

holed up at home watching your films.

In your writing

there's no narrative arc.

Granted, in both the films and the book

there's emotion, excitement.

But in the book

you're kind of all over the place.

Thanks, sweetie.

Thank you.

See you again.

Someone mil an ambulance.

MY Papers.

MY Papers.

MY Papers.

My... My... My papers.

Brother, my papers.

It's all blown away.

Don't let the bastards steal them.

I picked up so much today.

It's gone.

It's all gone.

Brother...

Give me a hand...

Picking up the paper.

So? What shall we do?

For the book?

My book, my films, everything I do...

It's all just a sham.

My life is a sham.

You know that, don't you?

Do you really believe that,

for goodness sake?

You know who you are.

And why you write.

You also know

the strongest pan of your book.

Where, for goodness sake?

Yusufs funeral

and everything else involving Yusuf.

F*** you.

The ritual washing of his body.

His death.

As I see it,

Yusuf is a phenomenal character.

I love him.

I tell you, he's the strongest character

in the book.

No two ways about it.

What do you like most about Yusuf?

That he's a loser?

I mean, is that it?

I see Yusuf

as a moth drawn to the light.

That's so dull.

So damn dull.

That's how I mote him.

But he isn't like that.

There must be a grain of truth.

For just this much truth

I would change entire lives

of all my characters.

I mote it.

I'm the director.

I decide who they are

and how they act.

Got it?

The angel you imagine...

ls sometimes the devil.

And sometimes the devil you imagine...

ls suddenly an angel.

OK. pal?

Orhan.

Orhan.

Life.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Ali.

Deniz's big brother.

Good to meet you. Orhan.

So, Mr. Orhan?

What does my brother write about

in his book?

Childhood memories.

ROrhances, friends.

Family. That kind of thing.

Great.

So we stand to be publicly embarrassed.

He doesn't say much about you,

don't worry.

You're in a paragraph or two, of course.

Of course.

Why would he write about me

staying here to look after mother...

When he was cruising around

London, Paris and Rome?

Deniz has it easy.

He pays the bill when it suits him.

As if money solves everything.

- It makes me sick.

- But when you want money for yourself...

It doesn't make you sick.

Good morning, everybody.

Good morning, Ms. Sreyya.

Good morning.

- Not that story again, darling?

I want a loan, mother.

Is that a crime?

Hello. Good morning.

- Good morning.

- How are you, Ms. Sreyya?

Good morning.

I'm Zeynep,

Mr. Deniz's assistant.

- We met at the party last night.

- Ah, yes. I remember.

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