Füsun's Story

Stage 1
Mert: E, I found the street. Where is this restaurant?

Eylem: Stay where you are.

Mert: Why?

Eylem: Wait, let me go together.

Mert: Where are you?

Eylem: Right behind you. Whats up? If you will continue to look like this, let's go aside. We close the road. Come. It's the restaurant. Come.

Füsun: Eylem. Welcome.

Eylem: Goodbye, Aunt Füsun. E... this is Mert. A friend.

Füsun: Welcome, son.

Mert: Hello. We're [I'm] glad to be here.

Stage 2
Füsun: Sarp, my son.

Stage 3
Füsun: Come on, sit down.

Mert: Look journalist girl. I was so vicious, it was raw, I didn't understand it. I want to eat real food.

Eylem: Look at what you're worrying about. Aunt Füsun, what will you give us?

Füsun: I have a wedding soup today. Hünkar liked it, I have very nice rice. And mixed compote.

Eylem: Uf, what do you say?

Mert: I say Allah. What can i say?

Stage 4
Eylem: How does this eat? Take it easy.

Mert: The habit of free boarding. You will sweep away someone without taking your plate. Fine. Where do you know Aunt Füsun?

Eylem: As a child, we were living in the same neighborhood. He has a son Sarp. He was my close friend.

Mert: TO?

Eylem: Then we moved because ours could not sit somewhere for a long time. But when I came back to Istanbul for university, we started to meet again.

Mert: Hmmm... OK... Why can't yours stay in a long place?

Eylem: Ours is here. So they don't like to stay in such a place for a long time. They live as if there was never tomorrow. I'm not their daughter anyway. So I'm friends. They see me that way.

Mert: E, what good do you want?

Eylem: I want a family.

Füsun: Let the child eat the food.

Eylem: Well, Füsun Teyzecim does not eat this food. He is officially fighting.

Füsun: How did you like the food?

Mert: Aunt Füsun let me say this much. I don't know what maternal food is. But today I ate it here. Health to your hands.

Füsun: Bon Appetit. Do you work in the same job? Are you a journalist?

Mert: E, no. I'm the cop. Did I say something wrong?

Füsun: No, my son. What are you going to say wrong? I have a son too. He would be the police. I remembered him. Anyway, I will not miss your taste. You continue your meal.

Mert: What is two months?

Eylem: Never mind.

Mert: Tell me. I wondered.

Eylem: I said I have a son Sarp.

Mert: Oh, that childhood friend.

Eylem: Ha ha. It is the week when he will graduate from Sarp Police Academy. Of course, Sarp could not feed himself. On graduation day, he pulled a gun to the manager. Isn't there a Yusuf Manager?

Mert: Is Our Yusuf Manager?

Eylem: Exactly. Then he was imprisoned for 12 months. Now it is worn with such different types.

Mert: How is it different?

Eylem: With heavy brothers.

Mert: Well. Doesn't he have another child?

Eylem: He had another son. Umut. The child was kidnapped at a young age.

Mert: What? What happened?

Eylem: The police brought her bloody shirt.

Mert: What are you saying? But the story is huh. Maybe your aunt Füsun Auntie kiss the face. So is there no husband or something? Did he struggle alone?

Eylem: Don't ever go into those subjects. I mean, I have known myself. He was always on his own. But Aunt Füsun was the strongest woman I have ever seen.

Stage 6
Little Mert: Could you buy a handkerchief? Come on brother. Could you buy a handkerchief? You take it. Would you buy it? Come on brother bread money.

Stage 7
Guest Player 2: Well done girl. What the hell is that? Can't sell wipes? Ha?

Mert: That's all bro.

Guest Player 2: Get ripped off.

Mert: Well, that's all.

Guest Player 2: Get ripped off.

Mert: That's all.

Guest Player 2: Come here.

Mert: Well that's all.

Guest Player 2: Take off your shoes. Take off your socks.

Mert: Don't you believe it? Well that's all.

Guest Player 2: Take off your socks. So that's all? What the hell is that? What would you do with this money? I'll beat you if you don't speak, tell me.

Mert: I was going to buy myself a loaf of bread. I'm tired of eating raw bread now.

Guest Player 2: Well done. Harbick cough. I will not beat you. The boss will beat.

Stage 8
Eylem: What are you doing? What's this?

Mert: Ha. No. It's from my childhood.

Eylem: You dived deep.

Mert: When I listened to Füsun Teyze's story, I went back to the old times. Whether halal is not destroyed. Shall we get the account, Aunt Füsun?

Eylem: Stop. This food is from me. Do you forget I pay my debt?

Mert: What debt is Allah?

Eylem: Hayde. Leave.

Füsun: There is no account. Don't fight for nothing.

Mert: Could it happen? Aunt Füsun had so much food.

Füsun: You pay next time.

Eylem: Okay, thanks.

Stage 9
Eylem: I have to go back to work and we'll go together...

Mert: Sir, sir? Yes, I know it. Understood. I'm coming right now, manager.

Eylem: Should you go?

Mert: Yes. Journalist girl. Thanks for the meal.

Eylem: What it means? Ll see.