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Here's the thing about happiness...
No, hold on.
Let's start from the beginning.
Oh, just five more minutes, please. I have an early day at work.
What?
You have work?
What? What?
What are you saying?
I just have to train the new person
so I can come with you to the funeral.
- Zey, I have to work. Really. - Ah!
Mm. Your mother and I already said our goodbyes.
And besides, you need more time to get ready anyhow.
No, we don't, all right? We are totally ready... to leave.
Baba, what is this? The laundry room is right in there.
Yeah? So?
I gave it to you. Now I have to wash it?
- - Ah! - Fia! - Ew, no.
That child is so spoiled.
And you just keep complaining!
We need to hurry, or we'll be late. Where...
Ilyas!
What?
Bozcaada.
That's the day we met for the very first time.
The greatest Turkish love story in the whole world.
She looks so happy here.
Are you saying she wasn't usually happy?
Ugh! Come on!
You let her talk to me like that?
Hm? And in these clothes of hers?
Like a clown?
Is this what she's wearing to her grandmother's funeral?
Hm?
Hm.
Do you really think today is the day
to pretend like you're killing her grandfather?
Come on. He drives her crazy sometimes too.
- Yeah. - You see?
See you in a bit, honey.
Uh, you two, let's get going! I'll be right back.
Hey, come on, you got this. I mean it. Don't worry.
Hey, no. Mistakes happen, okay?
Yeah!
You wouldn't believe
the stuff I've ended up serving.
Yeah?
Uh...
Yeah. Hey, look.
Don't worry, I'll be right there.
That was the new chef. She called me for help.
- Oh... - Moral support. She's nervous.
It's just been a while since I heard you laugh so hard.
So what did you need?
Yeah.
Well, the priest gave me a moment at the grave, and I mean...
You know me. I can't stand in front of all those people and speak like that.
Do you think that you could read it?
Yeah, sure.
- All right. - It... It reads...
"Most of you here...
will remember Katarina Bilići as the wife of Doruk,
- her kind and amazing husband..." - Hey. Hey, don't worry. I'm on it.
Okay?
Right, so...
Good. I'll see you later.
- Mrs. Altin! - Oh, Mr. Eddelbüttel.
I was hoping that we could talk a little bit in private.
Listen, I have been holding on to a few things for you.
Papers from your mother.
Hey, where did you put it?
This is in Croatian.
I don't know Croatian.
Hm.
PURCHASE AND SALE AGREEMENT
ARTICLE 1
THE SELLER SELLS
AND THE PURCHASER PURCHASES THE FOLLOWING PROPERTY
Zeynep!
These are the wrong trousers you sent out.
What is all that?
Your mother bought a house in Croatia?
Yes, she was born there. It was her money, Baba.
With Mr. Eddelbüttel?
Your mother bought a house with that Casanova upstairs!
No! Mom bought the house all by herself. Here!
The bank receipt. It cost almost nothing--
She only asked Mr. Eddelbüttel, as a lawyer,
to hold on to the deeds for me until she...
Ed-del-büt-tel...
He's a boy toy!
Boy toy?
The man is 80
and can't walk upstairs.
Fia!
You're still not ready.
- Uh, I am. - No. Baba's right.
You can't wear that to a funeral.
Wear black. Whatever you want, but it has to be black.
First you tell me, "Mom wanted a Catholic burial."
And now this too?
Now your mother is a stranger to me.
Don't say that, Baba!
No more.
Your mother's nothing more than a stranger to me.
Stop with that dumb song.
Can we put him in a home yet?
Fia, be nice.
This was my first concert.
Let's just not talk at all.
- How come you're always so-- - I thought you wanted to leave.
- My condolences. - I'm sure she'll be missed dearly.
Who, her? You mean that wife of mine who lied to me?
Baba.
She was an angel.
A real angel.
And full of secrets of all different kinds.
A real double agent.
Baba, enough. You're scaring the guests.
My sincere condolences.
- Thank you. - You hear from your dad yet?
- Still not picking up. - Did you already try the--
Landline? Think I'm stupid?
I wonder if something's wrong, then.
My condolences.
Amen.
Zeynep,
I understand you wanted to say a few words.
Yes.
I had a few words I wanted to say for Mama.
But Ilyas,
my husband...
my husband has the speech!
Uh...
Is she going to get Dad?
Why are you still standing here dressed in your druggie clothes?
Why don't you do something?
Mama?
So crazy here!
- You just couldn't cut. - Right? Hello, it's really...
Of course, I saw!
- Oh man. - Zey!
What are you doing here? Shit!
My watch stopped. I, uh...
Zey, just wait a second. Hey!
Zey, listen, I can explain.
That laugh.
Gosh, Ilyas.
Some girl who makes you feel like a teenager for five minutes
is more important to you
than being there with your own family at my mother's funeral?
Don't say that, Zey. I loved Kata too.
Come on. Of course I wanted to be there. Yeah, but it was the watch, and the time--
Please don't blame Ilyas for this, okay?
Please.
And about your mother... I am... I am so sorry.
You must be so, so sad.
I-I'm Nora, and I'm the new one here.
And, well, I was...
I felt a bit overwhelmed. And...
And I know he would've kept an eye on the time
if I hadn't been...
Usually, I don't cry like this,
but this was my first time alone in a kitchen this size.
And...
Now it's my fault that he stayed here
and didn't make it to your mother's funeral.
I'm so, so sorry.
I truly am.
Feel good?
You don't know how stressful it was here today.
Oh really? Yeah? And what about my day, huh?
Zey, this doesn't need to be some competition.
And so then, if you don't mind,
I'd like to go check on our new chef to see if she still wants to work here.
And we can talk about the rest later or at home.
Yeah.
Or not at all.
Uh!
MY LOCATION
CROATIA, LUČ
MUNICH - LUČ
Starting route.
There.
Why won't you stay put?
RINA TURKISH SPECIALTIES
Read the sign!
FERRY - PASSENGER SHIP
Free parking over there!
THE ISLAND BETWEEN THE SKY AND THE SEA
Stop!
Stop! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!
Thank you!
Motor kaput.
In 300 meters, turn left.
Starting route.
Continue straight.
You have reached your desti--
What?
No!
Ah.
Uh...
Don't touch me or I'll scream.
I mean it, got it? I scream!
What exactly are you wearing?
Who are you?
How did you get in here?
Josip Čega and through the same door I use for last 45 years.
Please don't say we slept the whole night in the same bed.
Okay.
Did you come on a bicycle?
What?
No!
You need something for that...
For sick face.
This house belongs to Katarina Bilići.
How do I even know what's in there?
- You don't. - I'm fine.
Who is Katarina Bilići to you?
She's...
was...
I'm her daughter.
I am sorry for your loss.
Josip.
- Oh, hello. Zeynep. - Hello.
Zeynep Altin.
Yeah. Nice to meet you, Zeynep.
So,
you come to live here, Zeynep?
Actually, I was thinking...
Hold on a minute. I'm the one who needs answers.
Why were you sleeping in there?
Because I was born in there.
-Žarka. - But...
But 15 years ago, things were not so good for my family.
So I had to sell the house.
The lady who bought it told me on phone that I could live here
until someone come.
You.
- Rent-free? - Rent-free.
You know that wouldn't hold up in court?
Who wants to take this to court?
I heard that. What does it mean?
The Germans.
Construction site, nurses, umbrella...
...big fans of lawyers, contracts.
- How quickly can you move out? - How quickly can you move in?
Not that it's any of your business,
but I'm here to arrange renting it out for something like R & B--
- No, no. - Airbnb?
- Yes! - Airbnb?
Yes.
Airbn-- Airbnb.
Airbnb!
Stop yelling!
This is my home! I can do with it what I want.
Home? Ha!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...
No, it's not home. What you do...
You do, you... you make beige, dead place...
uh, for sad people to come,
do selfies, fly off with 30-euro plane ticket.
And you sit in Germany somewhere, take credit card payment.
Airbnb, Airbnb...
Airbnb...
That's just...
Okay, that's it.
Hey.
It's time to take your stand-up routine somewhere else than my garden, Spartacus!
Spartacus?
Kind of racist, don't you think?
I'd never... I'm Turkish!
Huh...
Uh, you speak English, German contract,
Croatian house, but are Turkish.
- Must be very confusing life. - I'd like you to leave now!
I did leave your garden.
This...
this is mine.
This here, up to this line,
this is mine.
I sold the house, not all of the land.
Oh my God!
I leave for work soon.
Feel free to use water.
You might want to shower.
Hey!
Don't go so fast.
Oh...
Darth Vader.
Could barely recognize you with your clothes on.
Do you always make fun of people in mourning?
No.
But I'm willing to make exception.
I'm in mourning too because death of my childhood home.
Eh...
Face looks better.
Uh...
I was told I could buy clothes here.
Only souvenir and for children.
But you are unusually short for adult woman.
This isn't working for me.
Is there someone else who can serve?
Yeah, the owner.
But he's at his granddaughter's birthday. He will be back in half an hour.
Good.
I spotted a property agency at the harbor.
I'll use that half hour wisely and go inform myself
what changes are needed
to rent out the house.
- Oh, Granddad already here. - Oh, new customer!
How nice.
The jury debating "nice."
See you at home.
Mm.
8 MISSED CALLS - ILYAS
Come, let's go, honey.
So,
do you think she still loves him?
Are you following me?
Yeah, I work here for 20 years just to follow you here today.
- Where don't you work? - Short list.
You can leave now and come back at 10:00 p.m. when my shift ends.
If only it were that simple. I'm meeting the property agent.
- Ah... - Ah...
Mrs. Altin?
Yes, sorry.
My assistant mentioned it's about Cliff Cottage?
Cliff Cottage.
I will send you waitress with spray for slimy stain.
You will need it.
I see you've met your neighbor.
Can you imagine? He names his chickens.
No!
I'm telling you, the man's batshit crazy.
Doesn't care what people think about him.
Get this.
A goat escapes when he's naked. Josip chases the goat naked.
Even if it does run through a supermarket, hairdresser, and church at high mass.
- So he... he's the town kook? - Yes and no.
Maria!
Everyone loves the goat-fucker. That's the problem.
All of the locals.
Beats me. He's so...
I don't really know.
Sure of his moral superiority, I guess.
Actually, he's a total asshole!
- Yes! Total asshole. - Yes!
- Hm. - Mm.
- Ay! - But he knew
what he was doing when he kept that well on his property.
We can look into water delivery if you can't work something out.
- Hm. - Renters think
they want a unique experience.
But they mean,
"Where's the espresso maker and flatscreen?"
Uh-huh.
My half of the bill.
I don't want to be...
What's the word?
- Beholden. - Beholden?
- Yes, beholden. - A strong, independent woman.
- Yes. - Let's drink to that.
Yes.
Another one?
- Yes. - Yes!
Oopsie.
And once more from the start.
Hello.
Red balloon girl.
Hm?
You should get out of the road.
No!
It's so much fun here!
It's less so much fun when a car squash you like a melon.
Splash!
Okay.
Try and stand up.
Oh!
Yes.
Okay.
Only one way to do this.
Oh!
Oh...
Spartacus!
Whoo!
Too much drinking is not safe for a lady alone.
A lady... alone!
Hold meltdown till home.
Home! It's not my home!
Now you!
- You! - Uh...
If you can do drums, then you can walk!
No! More! More!
Please.
Sorry. Please.
More!
No, no, no! No more! No more!
You sleep now.
I leave you.
Good night.
Was it though? A good night?
Was it really?
I don't know.
What the hell is this crap?
Help!
Pull! Help!
Gotta pull!
Hell no.
Tour de France next month. Better stay ready.
No, it's too tight!
Too tight!
Help, please!
I cannot breathe.
- Okay, okay! - Help me! Help, please. Help me!
Yes, yes, yes!
Yes, yes!
Whoosh!
You just rip that puppy off!
Wow.
On behalf of my nation, a big thank you.
What can I say? Friction. Or, how do you call it?
Spontaneous combustion?
Arson. They call it arson.
Eat more healthy food, and you will not need scuba suit.
You're a difficult man to like.
Did anyone ever tell you that?
Yes.
See?
I want you to eat big.
You look good. And you smell good too.
In case you think this is pick-up, I'm not interested in women.
Oh. Thank God.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not interested in men either.
Life is much more simple
without all that stupid love stuff.
Love is for fools.
Mm!
Tangy. What is it?
Goat milk butter and sea salt from there.
So good.
Doesn't matter how much you eat, how round and soft your belly is.
Thank you.
We have a saying in Croatia.
Old hen, good soup.
Wow! You did it again. Thank you.
Josip told me about the list.
Josip?
From the store, the owner.
He's called Josip?
- It was a popular name when we were born. - Okay, okay.
He told me your mother was born on the island,
but you don't know where.
At first, I thought this had been her home.
No, no. This was an animal stable at the farm.
And when my family bought it 100 years ago,
we made it into a house.
Your mother,
she wanted door painted blue, like the sea.
It was her favorite color.
Josip,
he said you asked for the prices
of generators, stove, heaters, lamps, air conditioner,
frigigigator...
Refrigerator. And?
And you don't need any of these things!
Are you crazy? Don't shout.
Is it crazy to love a perfect house?
Perfect? I mean, it's charming.
But it's not exactly made a huge journey from a stable to now.
No, don't get me wrong.
It's sweet how you defend the house. I just don't think you see it clearly!
It could do with more light, for instance.
Ugh, typical city person
who does not know how to survive in the heat.
You need to keep the sun out.
Inside of the house dark, not bright and shiny.
- Renters today need more-- - Again with the renters!
You said your mother was born on the island.
You think she left you the house so you can rent it to strangers?
And you laugh at fr... frigigirator!
And you don't know one word of your mother's own language.
You are so full of yourself, aren't you?
Mr. I-Have-an-Answer-for-Everything!
You know what?
You're wrong about one thing.
Because this old hen
makes no soup!
Fia! Are you okay?
We have nothing to eat.
What kind of mother laughs when her kid's hungry?
The kind that's tried to get a hold of you for days
and is so glad to hear that you've been doing well
and the only thing you're missing is food.
And by the way, you know your dad?
The guy who always makes you laugh?
Well, he has a restaurant.
And rumor has it they tend to sell food in them.
And?
And what?
When are you coming home?
Yeah, um, that... that...
that all depends on how everything is going to--
Whatever. We just need the van here before I leave for school
because I need to take my stuff.
Fia...
What exactly is our problem?
My problem is that I need the damn van. You know, the one that you left in?
Hey! Where are you going?
Miss Altin is not here!
Okay.
But if you see Zeynep before I do,
tell her we've had a crazy big bid for the house!
Do you understand?
Did you hear me? Lot of money for the house.
Why did you tell him everything?
What can I say?
He ask what you want. He friend.
You customer.
This no CIA. So I tell him.
Okay. I'm sorry.
Did you manage to find out more about, you know, delivery dates, prices?
Josip said, order canceled.
Please say you're talking about yourself in the third person.
Hey! Are you in there?
Hm.
You want me to roll you?
Who would do something like that?
Who, Josip, who?
Who the hell knows?
My old uncle wants me to ask
if you see anybody strange in the garden earlier.
If you see someone set fire to his best underpants,
the ones he keeps for travel and special occasions.
We know you are in there.
I just saw you a minute ago through the window.
It's okay.
He doesn't know you are crazy woman who does this.
She's not here. Let's go. I can hear the others coming.
He also doesn't speak English.
Oh! Hi. I didn't realize someone was here.
Oh, this is the new owner?
She's beautiful. Ask her if she has seen anybody.
My uncle wants to know why you make modern our family home
and destroy island heritage?
Well, tell your uncle I'm not a wealthy woman
and need to help support my family
with the income from renting out this house,
which his nephew
might have successfully sabotaged
had I not found out
that he had canceled
my order at Josip's!
The other Josip.
She says she lit up the underwear.
- She did it? Ask her why! - Mm-hmm.
- Why did she do it? - He says,
"Every house on the island has a soul, a history."
"If you can sleep well at night
knowing that you are part of killing that for future generations,
then okay. Go ahead."
Don't wait till your brother steals this one from you.
She set the underpants on fire because she's a pyromaniac.
If you're okay sleeping outside her door in a tent, then fine.
You heard what I said!
You've told the same stories for the last 20 years!
Hello.
What's that?
Lavender and honey, sweet.
Coriander and celery.
Please tell them,
I can't remember having ever heard something so beautiful.
For me, it would be drunk version of "99 Red Balloons."
You're such an idiot!
Sit.
She asked me to tell you she has never heard anything so beautiful.
Thank you, grazie.
You know, your song, though,
I don't get it.
Why 99?
Why always everything has to be bigger, more?
If you're gonna circle this back to the house renovation, then...
No, no, no, no, no. I'm... I'm serious.
When I was a kid,
we had these movie nights back at the town hall.
One evening, they were showing this French movie.
It was about
this little boy whose best friend was a red balloon.
I fell in love with that balloon. I wanted such a balloon.
My next birthday, my father stood in the kitchen.
From his pocket, he take this little piece of red rubber.
Blows it up, bigger and bigger.
It was like magic.
It was his love for me.
Wait.
What about
"love is for fools"?
Oh...
What a fool. What's wrong with you?
Eh.
Your uncle knows I'm married, right?
He takes these testosterone pills for last two years.
He get frisky. That's why I bought this.
When he stays in bed with me inside, it gets intense.
Come on. Don't do it!
"When..." No. "What I remember..."
"What I remember."
- Okay. - I'm gonna be sick.
You...
you'll be fine. Try not to think on it.
Here, eat. It will make you feel better. Come, come.
You're trying to kill me!
I figured, best way to get the house back.
So,
why you are alone in such a beautiful place?
My husband is very busy at work.
This simple life of yours is good.
I kinda get why you didn't marry.
Oh, I-I did marry.
You have a wife?
She died.
That's terrible.
- I mean, I'm sorry. I just thought that... - No. It's fine.
She left me for my brother first.
- Kind of take the sting out of the death. - God, that's... Wow.
He died too. Car accident.
We were divorced, her and me.
They married, moved to the States.
Mm...
Mm.
Why you really here without him?
- Truth? - Truth.
He's overworked.
I'm overworked too, but he never notices.
We live with my father who used to be his boss.
My mom died.
Our daughter has been angry with me since she hit puberty,
but adores him.
Which is easy 'cause he's not the one who ever told her
to do her homework or brush her teeth.
I stop shaving my legs and finding his jokes funny.
And he laughed with a young woman who has really white teeth.
More specific than I expected, but...
Seems fixable.
- Do you still love him? - Do you still miss her?
No, my boat. You first.
I guess I only know when I see him again or hear his voice.
Something real.
I'm so far away from him here.
Hello?
What?
That's an insane amount!
No way.
No?
He didn't pass on the message.
Okay.
I'll get back to you with a decision.
Bye.
Why didn't you tell me
Conrad came to the house?
This kind of money could change all of our lives!
You leave your husband because he's overworked
and laughs with some woman who has white teeth.
And you think nasty gerbil Conrad's big money will save you from your sadness?
Conrad's right. You sell yourself as some kind of moral apostle,
but you're just as much of a gigantic self-centered bastard as the rest.
So, no second piece of fish?
You go catch your fish!
I go call my husband!
- Come on. You gonna flip that? - Yeah, I will.
Hey, we still have the garnish.
That one?
Yeah, it's great.
One minute.
Zey?
Ilyas!
I just wanted to hear your voice.
- I've been so worried! -Yeah...
Glad your phone had your location shared or I'd have no idea where you'd gone.
I should have given us some more time to talk everything through.
I mean, I knew you were overworked. I--
Yeah, yeah, okay. Uh, wait a minute. I'm just gonna go somewhere else. Hold on.
Zey? Feeling better?
Yeah.
Can we just start over from the beginning?
I have great news.
I just got this crazy offer for my mom's house.
So I thought,
we could sell the house and put the money into the restaurant.
And we could hire more personnel, like you said, right?
And then we would have more time for each other.
No!
No?
I don't think...
that you should sell the house.
It only started once you'd left.
I swear.
This isn't about someone else. It's about us.
Things haven't been great for a while now. And it's not because she's younger.
I don't want you to think that.
It's just been so long since the two of us--
What is it? Is your family?
Did something happen? What? Your husband? What is it?
How can I switch off location? How do I do that?
I-I-I don't know how to turn off the location!
What?
Zeynep!
What?
Zeynep? I know you are in there.
Okay, I come back.
I leave water and food at the door.
You don't have to see me, but please eat, drink.
Okay. You drink, I see.
You take the handbag too.
But this morning's old food is still here.
I make you something good now.
Promise to eat.
You should know.
One more day,
then I will kick the door down and get you.
Okay?
Hello?
Zeynep, are you there? I've been leaving you messages.
I met our crazy goat man Josip yesterday. He told me you wanted some time alone.
But you know how he says things, right?
Thank God! There you are.
Okay, so listen. No pressure.
But there'll be people coming to see the house soon.
Not just buyers who are flying in to look at the property before signing,
but surveyors, engineers.
Planning permits for the build.
What the hell are you doing here?
You didn't pass on my messages as promised.
I don't promise anything. You, "blah, blah, blah, blah."
I listen, then ignore.
You have no right to block this sale.
I've talked to my lawyers--
What are you doing?
Careful!
What're you doing?
- Dangerous! - Stop!
I don't want
to keep the sun out!
I don't care about the heat!
I
need
bright
and
shiny!
That was hot.
- Yeah, it was... It was crazy. - Yeah, crazy hot.
Why am I talking to you? Fuck off.
I gotta say she raised the worth of this place significantly.
What do you know about worth? You're shallow and hollow.
- Wanna go back to your goat? - She's better company than you.
Hey, wait! Where are you going?
To get the other Josip to order me a window.
And to celebrate!
- That... - Huh?
...was totally boss bitch.
Boss bitch?
I like that.
- Hm... - Uh...
- Here you go. - What are we celebrating?
Letting the light in, being able to breathe.
- Something about bright and shiny? - Yeah.
Yeah.
It does sound kinda new-age hippie.
No, no.
Well,
yes.
Not when you say it.
Too authentic.
Real.
You know, actually,
it was quite an emotional thing to witness.
You slamming down that wall.
Okay, Macron. Put Grandma down.
Oh my God!
- That-- You absolute asshole! - No. Don't listen to him.
It's just a pathetic mindfuck of a lonely old man.
This is so, so embarrassing.
No. So, so wrong. He 12, you in your fifties.
I am 49!
- Whatever. - Ignore him.
- And I'm 25, by the way. - 25?
- Yeah. - Are you sure? You look so much older.
- Let's call his mother and ask. - Older?
Older?
You getting the bill, then? Oh yeah, I forgot. You can't!
You're welcome.
If it had gone any further, you'll be sorry for the rest of your life.
Or not.
Really?
Macron?
Using his name as an actual insult?
Do you even realize how sexist and offensive that is?
- Pretty on point though, right? - And Grandma?
Radical measures! I just stopped worse from happening.
Every other freaking male world leader, sports star, movie mogul,
Silicon Valley billionaire, normal dude, they fuck, they fall in love
or marry some babe 25 years younger than them,
and the whole bloody world pats them on the back.
And Macron falls in love
with this beautiful, bright, feisty, wonderful woman 25 years older
and the whole world thinks,
"Oh, he must be a closet gay."
You do see how messed up that is, don't you?
How small-minded,
how ignorant, how--
I do!
You're right.
I wanted to show you something.
Also tell you something.
And give you something.
How do I know that at least one of those things isn't your penis?
- You had too much champagne. - I'm having fun.
- You did not? - Yeah.
- Naughty. Yeah. - No!
Next question.
Yeah, just shut up.
- I say nothing. - But you never do.
What do you want to show me?
First, give you.
You're right.
I play games and...
It's your life.
I can be an asshole sometimes.
This is my gift to you.
Your mother's diary.
WHAT I REMEMBER
...HAVE A HOME, THAT THERE WAS ALWAYS FOOD ON OUR TABLE...
Better than penis?
- So much better than penis. - I have more not-penis.
My uncle, he went to the same school as your mother.
Here it is.
This was your mother's house.
How much?
How much is bidding war for me to buy back my home?
One million two hundred thousand.
It's not the house. It's the land they're interested in.
Hm!
One more Croatian saying. Relax, not about all the chicken thing.
Actually, not a saying,
something Croatian author Téa Obreht wrote.
"Is your heart a sponge or a fist?"
I'm not gonna stand in your way.
My half of the garden, if you need it for sale, it's yours.
But that's...
About time for me to move on.
And go back to the harbor. It's late.
Um, my bike's there, so...
- We can walk together. - Yes.
- I can walk you off. - Mm-hm. Okay.
OUR TRIPS
As a little girl,
you would always read the last page of any book first.
You could only ever enjoy a story if you already knew the end.
And although I hope that you started with the first pages,
with the memories of my father and our daily outings
on the search for something to eat...
...you probably started here,
with my last entry.
The memory of the day that these adventures came to an end.
Excuse me.
Eh, can you show me the way...
put... to the monastery?
Just go this way.
Mm-hm. Okay.
The day that I woke up and my father was gone...
no one explained to me why.
We simply didn't talk about it.
It was only later that I learned that he,
like many others, had left his home to defend our country.
So I climbed the highest mountain on the island
'cause I hoped that I could see my father from up there,
in case he'd gotten lost.
I was five years old.
In the evening on that very same day, my mother and I fled the island.
And when, years later, I met your father,
he understood that I did not need any more adventures in my life.
He had made it his life's work to ensure that I would always have a home,
that there would always be food on our table.
That was the world you were born into,
my beloved Zeynep.
The safe, little world that your father had created for me.
We never talk about matters of the heart, you and I.
You have always been a daddy's girl.
And so, in case I pass on without having told you,
I want you to know, I see you.
Day after day, you become less yourself,
less free, here in this safe, little world of mine.
And by having kept one last secret from you,
this house, my island,
I could at least keep you in the dark just once
about how the story truly ends.
I have found my happiness. I hope that you will find yours.
Mm...
You look good.
I feel good.
Fuck.
Fuck!
Whatever he wants to say to me, I don't wanna hear.
Please.
He cannot know that I live in a tent.
Okay.
Don't worry.
It's normal that my brother doesn't wanna see or speak to me.
Dražen Cega. You must be Mrs. Altin.
Yes, but...
Yeah, sorry. I came straight from the airport.
Too excited. The contract?
I'm so happy to be in this old place again.
- Amazing view, isn't it? - Does Josip know you made the offer?
I tried to speak to him for years.
But this is your house now.
And luckily, you don't have the same stubborn attachment he has.
There are amazing views all around the island.
True. But this is the one I grew up looking at.
Hey.
What are you doing?
I know it's my brother who buys the house.
Old friend of his told everyone at the bar.
- I cannot live where Dražen lives. - So stay.
Josip, I'm not selling.
Turns out it's not the kind of place you walk away from easily.
I know this.
You said he's dead, car accident.
A bit harsh.
Dead to me. Both of them.
I change the death.
Sometimes it's car crash,
sometimes hang glide accident,
shark attack.
Depends on the mood.
There is something you should know.
Before I met you,
my heart was...
And now?
Can you just--
Žarka, damn idiot. Get out of here!
- Go on. - No, I, I, I...
- Now I just feel stupid. - No, what? No.
You cannot stop now. Your heart felt like?
- Out. - Sorry.
Oh, thank God for that!
What? Why do everybody think I have sex with it?
Never say it out loud! Come here.
No, wait.
I don't know what you're expecting, but I've only had sex
with the same man for the last 30 years.
- And before that-- - There was before that?
Forget I said anything.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I don't know what fireworks you think will happen now,
but I had sex with my wife, and it was 20 years ago.
Yeah. No, that's good. You will be happy with anything.
Nicely said. Yeah.
No! That's weird. No one? 20 years?
There were hook-up things with tourists here and there.
I don't remember, was blind drunk. Who knows what sex was like?
- Okay. I just wanted to clear that up. - Yeah.
- Are we ready now? - Oh totally. Let's do this.
No, wait!
- What? - So, 20 years ago, she was--
Nineteen.
No, that memory's still fresh.
She weighs 200 pounds, shorter than you, had mustache.
Oh okay.
Well,
good morning.
Morning.
The breeze feels so good.
The lady looks so good.
- Mama? - Mama?
Fia!
- Oh my God, I think I'm going blind! - Are you alone, honey?
Uh, it's not what it looks like.
Really? It looks like you're sitting here naked
with some stranger.
Oh, okay, sure, but I know Josip. He lives out in the garden.
Well, then it's all good.
Josip.
This is a married woman, Josip!
What happened to you?
- Can I talk to you for a minute? - Yeah.
Do you want some--
Naked breakfast? Really?
You know how traumatizing it is for a child
to see their mother naked with--
At your age? Come on!
At my age?
Okay, I understand that what you just saw
was a big shock for you, but I don't know.
I hope that one day the only thing you will remember...
is that today I actually looked happy.
Fia, look at me. Look at me!
Do you know how good it felt to realize
that my own happiness is worth a lot?
That it's actually worth just as much as anybody's?
Dad has a girlfriend.
I know he does.
But I also know that isn't the reason you're here.
It isn't the reason you came all this way.
Okay, so? Just tell me what's going on.
You can't just leave like that, Mom!
First it was Grandma and then you?
I know after your whole "right to my own happiness" thing,
I seem like a little baby here, but...
I should be the one who's going.
Got it?
I go to college and you stay home.
Those are the rules!
Come on.
Okay.
- I think you may need a minute. - Yeah.
I saw a café at the harbor that has Internet.
I'll go there and download some stuff
to make my stay in that room with a hole in the wall slightly more bearable.
Hole in the wall? What did you expect? An infinity pool or a flatscreen?
- Yeah. What else? - Yeah. Take my bike.
Are you all right?
Mm.
And life goes on.
I just don't know how.
Yeah.
Last night was
okay.
- Look, Josip, I don't know-- - It's okay, I understand.
Tomorrow night, Franjo will take the ferry
to stay with my cousin for three weeks.
I'll move to his place.
Thank you.
I'm gonna go for a swim.
Then to work.
I'm just saying, Mom looked happy.
And this Josip guy is hot too.
You know, good thing you have your little Nora there with you
to fill the empty hole in your life that Mom left.
Quit grinning.
You brought one of Grandma's dresses.
Yeah.
- I sure miss her. - Yeah, I miss her too.
All this love stuff is totally fucked.
Have you ever been in love?
Yeah, once. Um...
I... I think I might still be too.
Who is he?
Louise.
What kind of mother laughs when her daughter tells her she's gay?
Hey, are you that gigolo who steals another man's wife?
Uh, by the way, I kinda, sorta, maybe told Dad about Josip.
- Ah, the laughing man. - What?
- No wife who is happy can be stolen. - Finally, he gets it now.
Huh?
Stop it!
Josip!
Is it true you blocked the agreement between Zeynep and Conrad
worth 1.2 million euros?
Yes, he sweet-talked Zeynep into saying if she ever sells the house,
then to him.
- For peanuts! - She said what?
Mr. Innocence didn't know about anything.
Yeah.
Sure.
Fuck off, Macron.
She was into it.
Who was into what?
Hey!
- She was drunk, you weasel! - One gulp of champagne, goat-fucker!
Who had the champagne? Who was into what?
Jesus! Your wife into him. Follow the plot, moron.
- Oh sorry. - What, "sorry"?
- Baba! Ilyas! - I'll show you!
You're both here?
Oh, wow! You look wonderful, honey.
- She looks beautiful. - You had your chance, laughing man.
What? It's my normal laugh!
- So you're Zeynep's father! - Yes.
Oh, I worked many years in Turkey!
- You did? - Yes.
And I knew your wife.
She was five years old. I was just four.
Hi! It's Fia.
- Where did you-- - It's okay. She's a lesbian.
- Mama! - A what?
Lesbian. I know what lesbian is.
- When two women are together, you know... - Dad!
What? You get me cable TV, I shouldn't watch?
That saved me some coming-out talks.
You? A lesbian? No way!
I'm bisexual, you dick!
Her too, sleazy ball?
What does Dad mean by "her too"?
Come on!
- Why are you hitting me? - I'm gonna hurl.
There was no sex! All that happened was he kissed me here.
- Right, come on, come on, you! - Your father's such a drama queen!
- I didn't know you could do that. - Well, I can.
Thank you all for being here, but I didn't invite you.
So this is what's going to happen.
We're all gonna calm down.
We'll have a lovely meal together, and then you leave.
Fia, this is your home as well, of course,
so stay as long as you want. Your choice.
Josip, you said that Franjo will be taking the late ferry.
Could my father and Ilyas follow him?
Yeah.
Ilyas.
The van is at the port parked there in the lot.
We can talk before you go.
I don't understand. Say all that again in Turkish.
No, Baba.
Fia and I go get the food.
So take a rest.
You will be doing the cooking later.
- Sounds good to me. - I could live with that, yeah.
Wow.
Hold on.
You know how to drive a boat?
No. But I've been watching someone who does.
I feel safer already.
She's taking the boat. She doesn't know how to sail.
She's a strong German. She can do anything.
- She's also Turkish, you know. - Your daughter is half Croatian.
- What? I can't understand him. - I know. I'm trying to.
The best view in the whole world.
Were you blind while you were working in Turkey?
This could take a while.
If you want, I can go buy us some beers.
Yeah, you go. Best idea yet. Take flashy-pants with you. He can pay.
Why are you telling people that Lucija and I are dead?
You live in Florida. What's the difference?
Well, then, how about some nibbles?
Slowly.
- Hi there. - Hi.
- Oi, here. - All right, yeah.
- Whatcha doing? - Just setting up a table.
Nice.
You must be freezing.
Actually, I'm not that cold.
- You're cool? - Yeah, I'm good.
- Want my jacket? - No.
I never took it off. Not even for a second.
Is that supposed to make me feel better?
I did kinda hope so.
Mm.
- The big boy's spoken. - Oh.
Where is it?
I might have thrown it away.
Uh-huh.
We'll get you a new one.
Mm, honestly, I'd rather not.
- How do you manage to do that? - What?
To find each other after losing one another?
You do it. That's all.
Thirty whole years in the kitchen
and still the man doesn't know how to cut onions.
- Watch out. - May I?
Here. Go ahead.
I should've retired earlier so I could get Kata a good house
like this one she had here.
Baba, you were the important thing. Her real home. It wasn't just any house.
Well said, sweetheart.
But when I say a good house like this one, then I mean of course a house in Turkey.
- Of course you're talking about Turkey. - What do we do with these?
Most of you here will remember Katarina Bilići
as the wife of...
Katarina Bilići bought a house.
The woman Katarina.
The quiet magician.
A final act in a life of seeing without judgment,
living without regrets,
and loving without limits.
For this...
and another
thousand reasons,
I am blessed...
to be my mother's daughter.
To Katarina Bilići!
- My wife. - I see you, Mama.
And I see me too.
I didn't understand much, but...
Delicious!
Thank you.
Yeah!
Wonderful!
Hey, guys, come on!
Excuse me. Thank you.
Josip, take care of the house keys.
Keep the house safe and good luck and be smart and take care.
Doruk!
Think I'm doing the right thing?
Dad's about to drive me to Italy
just so I can meet a girl who most likely doesn't even like me anymore.
If you really love her, then she can't just be any girl.
Fuck yeah. She's my Louise.
Here's the thing about happiness...
No.
Hold on.
I'm going to start over.
BASED ON A STORY BY ALEX KENDALL