İstanbul Tales

00:00:02 "Date is partial to repetition, variation and symmetry..." J.L. Borges, 'The Plot'.

00:03:32 - When was it taken? - Yesterday.

00:06:35 I don't understand how it happened. The guy burst in, shot Karal and left.

00:12:54 Hurrem! You killed him! It was you!

00:16:18 Don't tire yourself.

00:19:00 Your Dad would sit me on his knee and tell me cute stories.

00:23:19 Look, I trusted people and what happened?

00:27:57 - I wanted to try on those shoes. - What size?

00:31:38 - Banu... I have savings. - I can't take money from you.

00:34:51 A booking?

00:38:12 Drom now on, this girI's under my protection.

00:42:03 I can't go back home.

00:47:00 Dorget it. How would he realise?

00:50:18 Seyhmuz Abi. Seyhmuz.

00:53:55 Getting beaten up, getting beaten up, I learning...

01:01:51 Why are you so surprised to see your portrait?

01:05:18 Look, Saliha. You're young and single. This huge palace is far too big for you.

01:07:36 Enough! Shut up and listen to me!

01:10:46 Pasha, I look forward to seeing you here. Don't be offended by Recai.

01:16:02 My Mum and I used to talk a lot. But not any more.

01:19:19 The mob you spent two years in jail for.

01:22:09 I warn you, I'll get violent!

01:26:48 I came to your Istanbul and you stole my wife from me.

01:32:04 And that's as far as the fairytale goes...