Another Self (Zeytin Ağacı)

Is she going to pass away soon, Papa?

Nobody except God knows.

But which God knows that? Is it Mom's or yours, Papa?

Even though Mom and Dad are of different faiths, son,

even though we pray in different tongues, we believe in one Creator, Özgür.

We each still trust in God's grace and love for us.

Both of us are comforted by the knowledge of God's wisdom.

She's gone! She's dead!

She's gone! My little girl is gone!

- Musa! Musa, hurry! -

When a death occurs, the rituals, the church bells,

the chants, Buddhist mantras, all sing the same tune,

due to the fact that death is one thing all societies have in common.

That doesn't mean the approaches that people may take

aren't unique to culture.

For instance, in Spain and in Mexico,

the folk legend la Llorona mourns by crying loudly.

By Kilimanjaro, people always incorporate music and song in their mourning.

My question is, um, what shapes our conceptions about death?

Our societies and culture, or something more personal?

If none of you had ties to a religion, culture, or any particular practice,

and your farewell ritual could look like anything,

how might you handle death?

- - Please respond to this question for…

ADA - HAPPY THE FUNDING WAS APPROVED. I HOPE YOU ENJOY AFRICA.

…your final assignment.

So please, get something ready by Friday.

- Professor, why don't you stay? - Yes, please, Professor.

Tell you what. Do well on your papers, and I swear I'll give it some thought.

Come on, now. Aren't you all bored by now? Come on, get out.

- Then I bid you arrivederci, Doctor. - Arrivederci.

- - Are you leaving now?

ADA - HAPPY THE FUNDING WAS APPROVED. I HOPE YOU ENJOY AFRICA.

ANOTHER SELF

He didn't answer.

You just told the guy, "Goodbye. I'll be happy on my own."

What's he meant to say, hmm?

Try to be honest and answer yourself.

Make your decision. Do you want him or not?

My text was my attempt to step up.

And his response? "Bye. I'll be home again in a year. Take care."

Listen, so, um, you're telling me that was your big gesture?

Yeah. Right. It was.

You asked Selim to wait for you when you were going to Brussels.

You expected that from him. Now this?

And now you don't want to wait for Özgür?

I'll give you my opinion.

Özgür's trip isn't the actual problem. There's a deeper matter here.

So spill it.

The man told you in very clear terms he doesn't want to be a dad.

So, do you want to be a mom?

All right, then.

I'm saying it. I'm thinking of becoming a mom.

- Huh? - What? Hmm.

- Mm-hmm. - All right, let me plant one on you, Ada.

- - I'll kiss you too. Come here.

- I got one for you too. - Yes, me too.

- Mwah. -

Problem solved, right? No more pining about Özgür.

He's not interested in having babies. You know that already. Easy.

That's it. He's not the man for you.

The right guy, the right relationship.

But it's possible that my truth and life's truths are different.

Look, he told you he doesn't want kids, Ada.

And since you do, for God's sake, just let the thing go.

Uh, no way! Let it go? No, never let go.

Come on. Girl, your eyes have fireworks popping in 'em. Do you know that?

Men don't inspire that in women our age. We hardly care anymore.

Don't push away this opportunity. Y'know?

As long as you're not married, honey,

don't make sacrifices.

And what about Erdem, huh, Leyla?

Boy, what am I supposed to do with Erdem?

Eleni's has… burned down completely. Our income's all gone.

We got money from my mom and dad, but that's going to run out soon.

So what do I do with Erdem? Do I just kick him out?

Not care about what he's going to eat and if he's got a roof over his head?

Why should you care? That's what he gets, the dumbass.

Are you his parent now? His mommy or something?

- Exactly, sweetie. - Let him rot in hell.

Should've thought of that instead of cheating. Asshole.

Hey! Erdem is the reason we're all able to be here together.

I would've burned in the fire if not for him.

Pardon? Could you explain to me exactly how he did that?

Oh, Leyla, Leyla, Leyla.

Take a look.

Here. You tell me what happened.

Is this a joke?

Erdem and I were rescued by Yorgos?

Yorgos is the person who pulled us out of the fire?

I'm tired of your lies, Erdem.

Take it away, Sevgi.

So ladies… you see?

Decide what your priorities are as soon as possible.

'Cause life's too short. I'd better go now.

- Where? - I have to get with the prosecutor.

I have to report how that idiot threatened me.

- Okay, babe. Just try to watch your back. - I will.

- See you later. -

I can't take the lies anymore.

- -

Hello, my lovelies.

Many of you know our restaurant burnt down recently in a monstrous attack,

at this point, exactly a month ago.

Look.

No one was terribly hurt, praise God, but take a peek at the result.

My Eleni's is gone.

The perpetrators were arrested but released,

thanks to a lack of usable evidence.

But do not worry, because I still haven't lost hope.

Darlings, I need to thank you. Everybody's support means so much.

My DMs are overflowing. I read them all, and I love all of you.

Take care of yourselves until we can all meet again at Eleni's Tavern.

Mwah! I miss everybody.

Yorgos, there's no way I can thank you enough.

I've been oblivious.

I didn't realize you were my rescuer.

We both owe you our lives, Erdem and myself.

- I have no way to thank you, Yorgos. -

No need to be grateful. As long as you're safe.

What's your plan now?

I've decided to go back to Greece before long.

Except if someone says I shouldn't.

Please give me time to figure some things out.

Sometimes we become addicted to a relationship, a substance.

Or an emotion.

But maybe the really hard part isn't breaking the addiction.

Maybe the hard part is figuring out what to do with the void it leaves behind.

It hurts a little right here.

As I spend more time with Deniz,

I realize some things were changing within me.

Maybe what they call unconditional love

isn't about loving someone blindly and unquestioningly.

Maybe what we need isn't unconditional love,

but accepting love.

Maybe that kind of love is about accepting the ones we love

and what they've been through,

the story that led them to this day.

I got you something.

- Is that for me? - Look.

What do you think?

- Oh, it's beautiful. -

- - Let me help.

Here.

Do you like it?

Aw, It's wonderful. Thank you so much.

I hope it brings good luck.

Maybe the problem wasn't my past,

my family, or what happened to my ancestors anymore.

It was now time to take responsibility for my own decisions.

You're finally here, Halime, hm?

We're so happy you got here safe. See? Everyone's waiting.

- Halime. Hello, honey. - Hi, honey.

Here, for you, my dear.

- Oh! Here, I'll tie it in place for you. -

Let me introduce you to everyone. Meet Muko. She's my mother.

Mr. Rıza here, he's Fiko's father.

It's wonderful to meet you, sweetheart.

Behind me here is our beautiful home.

Plus all this is our massive garden.

- And you're such a darling little girl. - So sweet.

Sir, are you from Hatay? My grandfather looked like you.

Oh, I… I… No.

Adana's my home. Uh, but Hatay and Adana are pretty much neighbors.

Halime, we've got such a lovely room ready for you to stay in.

Halime, for now, we'll just be visiting here,

while we're in the testing period, remember?

And then when you're ready and at ease, and Sevgi and Fiko are too,

we can discuss a permanent arrangement.

If you want to, that is. Hm?

- Yeah. -

In the meantime, maybe I could convince you to let me kiss you once?

Okay.

Aw.

All right, everyone, come. Let's head over to the courtyard.

I've made us lots to eat. And I'll just bet you're starved.

Come on, everybody. Let's come have food together.

- Let's eat a meal. - Please, after you.

No matter how great our losses are in this life,

is it possible to embrace the stories we leave behind?

Did you ever work on your previous relationships, Ada?

And what did they mean to you?

I'm ready. Would you help me do that?

Well, you've been my student for two years.

You know what to do.

Okay, thank you.

Sometimes we think what keeps us from starting a new relationship

are the wounds inflicted from our previous relationships.

But what about the wounds we inflicted?

Is it possible to have closure without confronting them?