Winter Sleep Page #4

- Fine.

- Good.

- Ready?

- Yes.

We're off!

Did you put on weight?

- What?

- You put on weight?

What weight, man?

My belly's declared independence.

- Be careful. Don't let yourself go.

- What if I did?

I've buried my wife.

I'm all alone.

It's you who should be worried.

With a young, beautiful wife.

If you don't look out, they'll be

asking if Nihal's your daughter.

Come on. I'm not that bad.

What about that mass suicide

around your hairline then?

It's no big deal, but...

You know that village, Garip,

near your farm...

Yes, but I've never been.

Whatever...

A girl from the public education

office wrote to me.

I don't usually care much

for that kind of thing.

But for some reason, I was touched.

Maybe I'm just getting old.

I wanted to ask you

whether I should take it seriously.

What's she after? A donation?

Nothing much, the main thing is...

Come in, Fatma.

I couldn't make out if she's sincere

or after something else.

Being a good judge of character,

you'll easily see

what's what from the letter.

I wanted to ask you.

- Where shall I put your tea?

- On the table's fine.

- Where is the letter?

- On the computer.

- Read it out then.

- Right, listen.

Thanks, Fatma.

Nihal loves charity like this.

Should we call her as well?

Go ahead. If you like.

- We should, shouldn't we?

- Yes.

I don't know if she's free.

Nihal?

Suavi's here,

we're discussing something.

I was wondering

if you're free to join us.

We need your opinion.

Yes, we're in my study.

All right, dear.

- She's coming.

- Good.

Mr Suavi, how are you?

Fine, thanks, and you?

Fine, thank you.

It's been a long time.

Are you doing OK?

I'm fine. No problems.

I don't leave the farm anyway.

What problems could there be?

How are your activities doing?

As usual. The same old routine.

But tell me what's your secret

for looking younger

and more beautiful every time?

That's very kind of you.

Thanks very much.

How is your daughter?

Does she come to visit?

Well, you know...

She came once when she graduated.

And when we lost her mother.

That was it really.

- She's still in London?

- Yes.

Why don't you join her?

Why stay here all alone?

Me?

Heaven forbid.

I can't stand that English husband

saying "Oh lovely" to everything.

Just don't talk like that.

So, let me tell Nihal.

I was saying to Suavi

I got a letter the other day.

A young girl who teaches needlecraft

in a local village.

In short, she's asking for help.

I'm not sure how to respond,

so I thought I'd ask you two.

What kind of help does she want?

Actually, the letter is here.

Shall I read it?

Sure. Go ahead.

All right then, I will.

Let me see.

Yes, here it is.

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