Istanbul Kirmizisi


Istanbul, 13 May 2016

- Welcome, Mr. Orhan.

- Thank you.

Mr. Deniz wanted to welcome you

but an urgent meeting came up.

I should've gone to the hotel first.

No, you shouldn't. Mr. Deniz

wants to see you right away. Please.

Mr. Orhan, don't trouble yourself.

Wait here.

Make yourself at home.

Something to drink? Tea, coffee?

No, thank you.

Why are you standing there?

I told you to take that upstairs.


If you live in the past,

you miss out on the present.

How's Istanbul?

As you left it?

- Well.

- Are you fired?

Not really.

We can start work right away.

I have so much to ask you.

My head's buzzing with questions.

Good thing you came.

- Your room's ready.

- No need. I'll go to my hotel.

Look, tell you what.

Why don't you take a shower and change?

Then let's talk some more, huh?


You'll make me mess up.

Imagine your guest's face

when he wakes up in the morning...

To see all the furniture

gone from the house.

You know what we should do?

Whisk his bed away from under him

while he's asleep, huh?

He won't know what's hit him

in the morning.

Only you would think of

having guests to stay...

On the very eve of

clearing out the house.

Just look at me.

Mum, really.

Does that bother you?

We've had a ton of people

through this house...

They've seen everything.

Fights, quarrels...

All but murder, in fact.

I don't like the idea of a stranger

seeing us leave this place.

Mum, Orhan.

Welcome, Mr. Orhan.

Come in please.

- Have a seat.

- Thanks.

Thank you.

My son says you live in London.

Yes, I've been there for years.

- Did you grow up in Istanbul?

- Yes, in Kalamis.


The old Kalamis is all gone now.

Its famous 'sweet serenity'

and everything else. Really.

I feel rather like you, Mr. Orhan.

A stranger in my own country.

I don't go out any more.

Istanbul survives only in memories

Deniz always wants to be right.

Be smart and let him think

he gets his way whatever.

- What does he know about writing books?

- Mother.

- Yours was medium-sweet, wasn't it?

- Yes.

Thank you.

Hey, Orhan.

I want to say something.

So you...

You'll meet characters from the book.

The real people, though.

So when you meet them...

You may have questions but...

Please don't ask them, OK?

Ask me. Deal?

Sure. I came here for you.

Whatever you say.

Oh, and...

I want us to be alone.

You, me, the book.

We'll work more productively here.

I can drop you at the hotel tomorrow.

Huh? What do you say'?

I'd prefer the hotel.

But OK, whatever you say.

- You have a dog?

- No.

Why do you ask?

You're saying

you don't want to be tied down.

What breed is yours?

A stray.


Tommy from the book.

Like your dog as a kid.


Always Tommy.




- He's been dying to meet you.

- Really?

Why were you dying to meet me?

To see how accurately

Deniz describes you in his book.

What kind of book have you written?

Same stuff as always.

I like mixing fact and fiction.

You know howl like to embellish things.

Must've been tough on you.

So how does he describe me?

Oh god.

As his best friend.

They meet really young.

Neval's studying fine ans,

he's studying film.

She becomes a restoration artist

at which point he moves to Europe.

He thrives internationally as a director

but they never lose touch.

They exchange thousands of letters.

Come on! Not thousands.

They always spend holidays together.

At the summerhouse.

They also have a fling there.

- Did I put that in, too?

- A fling?

Are you sure it was a fling?

Neval, OK. I guess I put it in.

It was just one night, yes. I mean...

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