Husband Factor (Kocan Kadar Konuş)

ADAPTED FROM THE SEBNEM BURCUOGLU NOVEL...

...HUSBAND FACTOR 2 AWAKENING.

- A wedding without a bride? - Don’t worry. Calm down.

We’re the bride’s family. Mother, how can I calm down?

Do whatever you want. I’m staying out of it.

Where could she be?

Grandma’s right, Auntie. Calm down. Please.

You’re right. We’ve been disgraced.

It’s a scandal, even. But what can we do?

I’m going to pass out.

Stop it, girl. You’re only making things worse.

Have you found Efsun?

No, she’s nowhere to be seen.

Efsun.

What’s wrong?

I have no idea.

Is she inside? Isn’t she in there?

She hasn’t responded. I hope she’s okay.

Efsun.

Goodness gracious.

What are you doing? Everybody will hear us.

Sister.

Hello. Oktay.

He’s just like his daughter. Deaf as a post when it suits him.

Not in front of the groom.

Mother, what groom? Without a bride, what groom?

You promised to make a big splash with this wedding...

...but even I hadn’t expected all this.

Why are you all yelling? You’d think the bride was missing.

You’re kidding.

I don’t believe it.

Okay, don’t panic. I’ll persuade her.

Make way for the hairdresser. Out of the way.

Efsun, listen to this. You know that tramp, Müjgan?

She’s not in here, either.

It figures I’d get the groom. Just my luck.

- She’s not here? - Let me see.

Where’s he going?

Efsun.

I hear something. Efsun.

Efsun.

Efsun, are you in there?

- Hang on. Get back. - Have a look.

Efsun.

18. 19.

- Efsun, are you in there? - 20.

Can you hear me?

Efsun, we’re worried.

Sinan, I’m so sorry.

What happened to us?

Let’s be honest with ourselves.

Even if we claim to have no regrets, are there really none...

...gnawing away at us somewhere deep inside?

Have you never wondered if things could have been different?

I have.

What happened? Where am I?

Sinan? Sinan?

- Is Sinan okay? - Calm down. Sinan’s in the next room.

Nothing’s broken, thank God. You’re both lucky.

His family is with him.

Don’t tell me you’ve met?

We met them.

Just once, don’t let my worst fears come true!

Don’t be ridicul--

Efsun, feeling better, I hope?

Mine Hanim. Tuncay Bey.

I’m fine. Thank you. Forgive me for...

...not getting up.

You really scared us.

Well, you’re both fine now.

Your family, too, must have been so upset.

We don’t wish to intrude. We’ll stop by later.

Mine Hanim.

They seem nice, but they’re a little cold.

He’s wearing a toupee.

They’re taking such an interest. Why’d they come into your room?

Grandma, let me remind you...

...that I nearly died. Could that be why?

Oh, come one.

Where are they from? What do they do?

What are you going to do? Adopt them?

They produce cheese.

They’re rich. Didn’t you see her handbag?

So, Sinan is the Cheese Heir.

- Has he got any siblings? - He’s an only child.

Just him. Perfect.

Whatever you’re thinking, stop it this instant.

Stop it. Forget it. Enough. Finito.

Stop talking nonsense.

Who does she take after?

I’ll never let him go again.

Sinan, will you marry me?

Sinan!

Efsun, what happened? What’s wrong?

Ah, Sinan.

Sinan, I...

- What I asked you in the lift. - Never mind that now. Later.

Now’s not the time.

It happened so suddenly.

The lift had been serviced.

It just happened.

This has been difficult for you, too.

I’m in the next room.

Okay.

Gran. Mum.

What?

What did you ask Sinan in the lift?

What do you think?

"Has the lift been serviced?" That’s what.

You didn’t propose, did you? Or something like that?

No, what makes you ask that?

What kind of woman would propose to a man?

He’d refuse even if he was interested.

Grandma, we’re leaving.

Come on, Mum.

Sweetie. See you later.

Mum, come on, would you?

Do you want to tell me about it?

Yes, I guess I do.

So?

I proposed to Sinan in the lift.

- Do you regret it? - No, not one bit.

But...

...I don’t know. I feel so weird.

What’s come over me? It doesn’t make any sense.

What about me and your mum? Does that make sense?

Love strikes all at once. Two become one.

That’s why they say, "Love knows neither rhyme nor reason."

And he’s even handsomer now.

What I mean is...

- ...if he were bald and pot-bellied. - Like me, you mean.

Dad.

Do you think everything will work out?

Expect the best and you’ll get it.

My crazy girl.

It’s incredibly reassuring when a father says everything will work out.

Mothers talk a lot, often to themselves.

But dads don’t, do they? They keep it short and sweet.

It’s particularly true of my dad, who is always surrounded by...

...a bunch of crazy women.

Efsun.

Efsun.

Efsun.

Oh, Mehmet?

What are you doing here?

You’re a banker. Are you playing doctor?

No, I’m not playing doctor. I’m Dr. Love. Does it suit me?

Don’t be silly.

But yes, you look great.

You were hopping like a bunny and the lift’s cables snapped.

Thank God you didn’t break your pelvis.

You nut. How’d you get in here?

There was some lady at the entrance...

...saying only family members were allowed.

I nearly wrung her neck. How could I go without seeing you?

- Scoot over. - Come here.

Sinan’s in the next room over.

You’re kidding. Why are you here?

Go give him a shot in the butt.

It’s so romantic.

Lovers in adjacent hospital rooms. Just like a French film.

Sinan?

Sinan?

Where’s Sinan? The receptionist gave me this room number.

Sinan’s here. Where is he?

We hid him in the closet. Excuse me. Who are you?

Are you Efsun?

Yes.

Efsun from the lift?

Yes. Who are you?

Cavide. Cavide Ãœnver.

Sinan’s grandmother. Surely he’s mentioned me.

His grandmother?

Sweetie, this lady’s a handful. I’m out of here.

- Doctor, please don’t— - You’re in love with Sinan?

Are you talking to me?

No, to the doctor.

To me? Perish the thought. We’re like brothers.

What were you doing in that lift?

Do you always flit in and out of your boyfriends’ houses?

Cavide Hanim, what are you saying? Sinan and I are old friends.

Old, you say. Doctor, how old is Efsun?

30.

You could have asked me. Yes, Cavide Hanim, I’m 30.

Have you got a husband?

I’m not married.

What a pity.

- A pity? - A pity.

You’re past your prime.

I’m looking for a girl.

Looking for? Meaning?

A girl who’s young, beautiful and virtuous.

You’re too much.

Too much?

I mean, I hope you find what you’re looking for.

Good luck.

Tell me if you know any young ladies.

Grandmother?

Welcome. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.

My little pasha.