00:00Zeynep, look at me, not the drop.
00:02Take the rope with both hands. I have you.
00:05Hold on, Zeynep!
00:07I am not letting go this time.
00:09Dad drew this exact bay, Elif.
00:12Even the leaning pine is still there.
00:14He drew it, Zeynep.
00:16We are here to walk it, not photograph it all morning.
00:19My husband planned this walk.
00:21His last page ends at the burning rocks.
00:24Then we walk toward it, Selma Hanım.
00:26The high ridge opens only if the sky allows.
00:30We booked the full route, Yusuf. Dad's route.
00:32You booked a safe walk. If weather turns, I choose the road.
00:35Wonderful! I choose the road and the tea.
00:40Yusuf, my shoes are whiter than my courage.
00:43Is the mountain always this steep?
00:45Only the first hour, Havva Teyze.
00:47Then it becomes beautiful and you forget you complained.
00:50Murat wrote here, Zeynep will photograph this and Elif will complain about the hill.
00:54Did he ask for me, Elif?
00:57At the end, not now, Zeynep.
01:00Zeynep, step back. Limestone crumbles.
01:03One photo.
01:04Nobody lets me finish because you never listen.
01:07Stay on the path.
01:10Yusuf!
01:11Three years of only sea roads and now a whole family.
01:14A family with a long walk ahead.
01:17Please give them your best tea.
01:20Mum, you are limping.
01:22Let me look at that knee tonight.
01:25It is only the hill, darling.
01:27Do not tell Yusuf or he will choose the road.
01:32Fatma said three years of sea roads.
01:34What happened on the ridge, Yusuf?
01:36A storm and a decision I made too late.
01:38Take your photo before the light goes.
01:40Your friend walks like someone carrying something heavier than her pack.
01:44Forty years she has carried everyone else's.
01:47Tonight we feed her until she sits.
01:50Murat wrote for tomorrow.
01:51Walk slowly, listen to the valley and carry each other.
01:55He meant that for us, Elif.
01:57Then we begin slowly.
01:58Kabak is a gentle day.
02:01The sky is clear tonight, but the sea is restless.
02:04Will you tell them why you avoid the ridge?
02:06When I am ready.
02:07Mountains do not give promises, Fatma.
02:11My mother is hiding a sore knee.
02:13How hard is the ridge, honestly?
02:15Hard, Elif.
02:15Narrow stone, long drop.
02:17If her knee worsens, we take the lower road.
02:19Look at me.
02:20I am practically a mountain goat.
02:23Tell the neighbors I conquered it.
02:24I will tell them you complained for exactly one hour.
02:29You dropped this.
02:31Dad bought you that camera, remember?
02:33I thought you had stopped caring about me.
02:36I remember everything, Zeynep.
02:38That is the problem.
02:40Salma Hanım, sit in the shade.
02:42I can carry the journal.
02:43It never leaves my hands, Yusuf.
02:45Then at least sit.
02:46Your knee complains louder than I did.
02:49Hold still, Mom.
02:50This will ease your knee.
02:52Murat wanted his last page read at the flames.
02:55To both of you.
02:56He said you would be ready.
02:58Why are there fenced squares and stakes in the sand?
03:01Sea turtles nest here.
03:02The beach stays dark, so hatchlings find the sea.
03:05You protect everything, don't you?
03:08I chose the road and the tea.
03:10And today, the road chose me back.
03:12Look, patara.
03:13You also chose the front seat, Teyze.
03:15And the last biscuit.
03:19Murat and I sat on these stones 30 years ago.
03:22Why do you avoid the ridge?
03:23Fatma talks too much.
03:25It is not a short story, Salma Hanım.
03:27A hiker was trapped.
03:30I turned back for more rope.
03:33And when you returned?
03:37The ledge was gone.
03:39I still ask why I turned back.
03:41I asked the doctors why for months.
03:43Love is not a rope, Yusuf.
03:46It cannot stop every fall.
03:50I was on a plane when dad died.
03:52I have hated every mile.
03:54Ask me again at the end of this walk, Zeynep.
03:56I am not ready.
03:58Selma, the ridge is for goats and young people.
04:01Let Yusuf choose the road.
04:03Murat sealed his last page with this red thread.
04:06I cut it at the flames.
04:08Yusuf!
04:09Fatma phoned.
04:10She says you finally brought a family toward the ridge.
04:13Fatma phones too much.
04:14We are only going to see Kekova today.
04:18I chose the road.
04:20And now the sea chooses revenge.
04:22Look at the horizon, Teyze, not the water.
04:25Chew this ginger slowly and breathe with the boat.
04:28An earthquake drowned this city, Salma Hanım.
04:31The people rebuilt on the hill above.
04:34Then losing it did not end it.
04:36Murat would have loved those stairs.
04:38Let me see that one.
04:40Just the old stairs under the water.
04:42Nothing special.
04:43It is beautiful, Zeynep.
04:45Dad would have framed it above his desk.
04:48Yusuf, listen.
04:49A southern storm comes Saturday evening.
04:52Stay off that ridge then.
04:54Then we start at dawn and finish before it.
04:56I promise to check the sky.
04:58Take this pole, Salma Hanım.
05:01Tomorrow's path is long and loose.
05:03You choose the road for me again.
05:04The road is for your knee.
05:06The ridge is your decision.
05:07Teach me the ridge, Yusuf.
05:09I want one photograph Dad would have chosen.
05:12Then shoot at sunrise, never sunset.
05:15After sunset, the light vanishes and the stone turns slick.
05:19Salma Hanım, your knee still aches.
05:21The road is kind.
05:22The ridge is not.
05:23I will walk it with your pole.
05:25Bring her back whole.
05:26The tea waits.
05:30Why did you stop leading ridges, Yusuf?
05:32A storm took a hiker while I ran for help.
05:35I should have stayed with him.
05:39Mama, you are limping.
05:41Sit still.
05:41Let me adjust it.
05:43Anger is a rope, Elif.
05:45Hold it too tight and it burns your hands.
05:48The storm is early.
05:50We go down by the old road now.
05:51Zeynep went ahead for one last photograph.
05:53She is not on the path.
05:57The last light touches the sea below me.
06:01Just one more photograph, Dad.
06:03Then I will come back.
06:05Yusuf!
06:06Elif!
06:07Help me!
06:09I am not leaving her.
06:10Anchor the rope on that pine, Elif, and hold the other end.
06:13Go.
06:14I have the pine and I have the rope.
06:19Zeynep!
06:20Look at me, not the drop.
06:21I have you.
06:22Hold on, Zeynep!
06:23I am not letting go this time.
06:28You are safe.
06:29I held on.
06:31I tried every airport, Elif.
06:33I tried everything to reach him in time.
06:35I know.
06:35I always knew.
06:37You stayed this time, Yusuf.
06:40I prayed every minute you were up there.
06:43I thought I would freeze like before.
06:45Elif's voice kept me moving.
06:47I chose the road and the tea.
06:50And the tea is cold.
06:52But you are alive.
06:53Teyze, we will drink it cold and be grateful.
06:59I booked the full route to control my grief.
07:01You chose the rope.
07:03Thank you for holding on.
07:04I could not hold anyone three years ago.
07:08Yusuf?
07:09Hasan says the storm came early.
07:11Tell me you stayed off that ridge.
07:13Fatma, I walked it.
07:14The storm came early and I chose the rope.
07:18Come close, all of you.
07:19Murat's last page ends here, at the burning rocks.
07:23Tonight, I cut the thread.
07:25Bismillah.
07:26Karit Selma.
07:27Murat wrote, Elif, set the rope down.
07:31Walk home together, my daughters.
07:33Forgive me for the silence.
07:35Forgive me for staying away.
07:40Sunrise, never sunset.
07:42And hot tea, please.
07:43Peace.
07:43Ha ha ha ha.
07:44Ha ha ha.
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