02x03 - Episode 3

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My love, open the door.
Mihriban. Please open the door.

Mihriban!
Mihriban, open the door!

Girl, open the door!

Mihriban!

Mihriban, my love, open it!

Mihriban!

Mihriban, open the door!
Mihriban!

My love, what are you doing?
Open the door!

Mihriban!

My love!

Mihriban!

Did they happen
because of the impact?

No, they are fraction wounds.

So, just like the Rıfat Andıç
m*rder, he put the m*rder weapon...

...around his neck, he dragged
him and then k*lled him?

Exactly but there is a difference
with Rıfat Andıç...

...if you check out
the wound on his neck...

...it looks like he dragged
him a long distance.

He wanted to drag him.

Don't bother.
Continue.

Son of a b*tch,
what an as*h*le, man!

What has he done, man!

He is getting out of control.

I am sure life slaps everyone
but some people respond to it...

...with an axe.

Mrs Derin, I am asking you nicely,
please don't start talking about...

...childhood drama again.
What do you want us to do?

Do you want us to empathize
a psychopath or something?

Sir, we don't have a problem
with empathizing...

...we are trying to understand
what the m*rder*r has in his mind.

Let's not sympathise him,
that would be enough for us.

Didn't you still find out what
the m*rder*r has in his mind?

We are trying to understand what
the m*rder*r has in his mind...

...he says! How long it will take
for you to understand that?

Let's not sympathise him,
he says, of course we won't...

...but who do you think the
governor or tourism minister call?

They call me.

They are worried and
they are right about that.

If this goes on the news, then
people cancel their holidays, man!

It's not my problem!

Do whatever you do
and solve this m*rder!

I'm sorry, Mrs Derin.

I like this thing.

What's the name of this lizard?

Huh, Mrs Derin?

Marrow, but it's not a
lizard, it is a chameleon.

It's okay, it is a kind
of a lizard, isn't it?

Marrow, come here.

Come here.

-Is it male or female?
-It's sexless.

It's sexless and
its name is Marrow.

Anyway.

Sir, if you're feeling better,
then we should go.

I am okay, I am okay.

Nature makes me feel better.

Come on!

Have a nice day.

And please have some
sanitizer or something here.

Crime scene tells us the story.

He ran out of the
building to ask for help.

He struggled to survive.

But he failed.

He grabbed the guard.

He was heavily wounded.

He dragged him inside
and he died there.

Is he a serial k*ller?

I think, yes.

It's the 3rd m*rder
with the same weapon.

Okay but he doesn't get
satisfied...

...and takes a break
like a serial k*ller.

I mean, he commits
murders one after the other...

-...as if he is in a hurry.
-You are right.

It doesn't match
to a serial k*ller.

If he was a serial k*ller, then
k*lling someone would be his goal.

These types of criminals often
take the brunt of their...

...broken childhood honour and
pride from a defenceless victim.

Outclassing the victim or showing
that they are smarter than the...

...police or system, is the part
of the satisfaction they get.

So, they are trying
to get all the attention.

Yes, but this m*rder*r's
only goal is not to k*ll people.

He is after something and to
have that, he kills everyone...

...and everything who thinks
can be an obstacle for him.

But Fırat is right too.

The fact that he uses this ring at
every m*rder and in...

...at his last m*rder, the guy was
going to die anyway...

...but he still grabbed him and
k*lled him violently...

...with this ring,
looks like a signature.

I mean, on the other hand, it
fits the serial k*ller profile too.

So?

He started his series by going
after something...

...but if we look at
his last m*rder...

...it seems like he started to
enjoy k*lling.

He is evolving.

In order to catch this k*ller,
first we have to find out...

...what he is after.

You're reunited again at last.

Dad.

You used to sing me that lullaby
every time you put me in bed...

...and I used to fell asleep
in no time.

And now, it's time for you
to sleep in peace, okay?

Don't worry.

I am fine.

I am strong, you know.

I don't give up so easily.

Dad...

...I opened your drawer.

I'll keep your secret, don't worry.

Two coffee please.

Welcome.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Uh, huh.

I went to visit
my father's grave today.

My mom is there too.

They are together again.

Please accept my condolences.

Thanks.

How is Elif?

She is still not talking.

She doesn't eat as well.

I took her to a pedagogue and she
said not to push so hard...

...she said
we should take it slowly.

So, that's what I am doing
but seeing her like that...

...just breaks my heart.

Do you have any children?

If we don't count my sister,
then no.

We found these.

Where did you find these?

The same building
that we found the sketch.

What does it say?

I mean, it looks like writings
we found in my father's drawer.

Ottoman letters.

But it doesn't make
any sense on their own.

That's exactly what
my colleagues said.

But I know someone who can
understand what they mean.

Aleph in Arabic...

...Alf in Phoenician alphabet...

...in Aramaic and Hebrew, Aleph.

In other Semitic languages,
Alaf, Olaf, Elaf.

In Greek alphabet, Alpha.

In Latin alphabet, A,
the A that we all know.

It's the 1st letter.

For us, Aleph is
the source of life.

It is the origin of all
letters, it's the beginning.

It bends, twists and glides.

It becomes other letters.

It's the eternity.

In Sufism, it's the creator, and
in Divan literature, it is love.

But Vav, a man is born as Vav...

...he tries to stand upright like
Aleph and dies as Vav.

You write down those, guys.

Let me give those to you.

-Welcome.
-Thanks, how are you?

I am fine, you?

-Superintendent Çınar.
-Hello.

-Welcome.
-Thank you.

We found this in his drawer.

That's all we have.

And we found this at
another crime scene.

Uncle Arif, I think that's
blood and this looks like love.

Ahlat-I Erbaa.

It didn't make any sense to me.

Maybe if it had dots...

The meaning of it might be hidden.

What do you mean?

By Abjad account.

Is it some kind of a
passcode or something?

Kind of.

Abjad represents the 1st


So, Aleph, Be, Cim, Dal,
a, b, c, d.

That's right but in Abjad account
those letters correspond...

...to a number. Aleph is 1.

Be is 2, Cim is 3 and Dal is 4.

So, what is the meaning
of the letters we have?

They are either a number or they
are encrypted with Abjad account.

Look, the first one is Y,


H is 5, so in total it is 15.

In Abjad account, numerical
numbers of letters are summed up.



If we go back from those numbers,
can we find out what they mean?

Would it make any sense?

It's possible but there are lots of
combinations that fit that number.

This'll be a difficult
case to solve.

Unfortunately.

Guys, some information doesn't
mean anything to you...

...if you are not ready.

You can see it
but you can't process it.

It's hidden for the one who
cannot have a grasp of it.

And another way to hide
the information is to...

...divide it into parts.

If we are talking about Ahlat-I
Erbaa here, then there should be...

...two more parts.

They mean something when
you put them all together.

So?

What are we going to do now?

We'll keep on investigating
and you'll go home.

But he said it was Abjad,
he said it was a passcode.

I mean, he said it would make sense
if we can find the other parts.

And that's exactly why
you have to go home now.

Why?

Because other parts
mean other murders.

But my dad trusted
me with his secret.

Defne, you got almost k*lled...

...because you went to the crime
scene in the middle of the night...

...without even telling us.

Let the police department
do its job.

We'll let you know
if we find anything.

Okay.

Fine. I'll be waiting
for your call then.

Have a nice day.

Defne!

Ma'am, I've found one of the
books you were looking for.

-Thank you so much.
-No worries.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I've asked for another book,
did you find that too?

Sir.

Shush!
Son, be quiet.

Shut the door
slowly and come in.

What do you want?

Our new commissioner
candidate is here.

He won't be a commissioner;
he'll be a chief.

I hope so.

Look at that chubby boy.
He just looks like his granddad.

His mom asked me to look after him.
She has to run some errands.

What do you want?
I am listening.

Sir, these writings are encrypted
by a method called Abjad.

-The k*ller...
-Shush!

Don't talk about K*llers
or m*rder next to him.

His mom forbade those words
in the presence of the child.

So, choose your words carefully.

The person of interest for
might be after those writings.

So?

So?
Did you solve it then?

Son, for once, tell me
you solved something.

Not yet, but we are
still trying to analyse it.

There might be some other parts.

I mean, the person of interest...

Sir, if we can find out the
meanings of these codes...

...then we'll be a step ahead.

Otherwise, the same
thing might happen.

Son, Çınar, are you
watching spy movies, son?

Huh?

What do you mean
by codes and all?

Go and find that
person of interest.

Question them.

Find me some m*rder suspects.

Shake that tree and pick
up the pears...

...let's see what's happened,
what was it. Good God!

-Sir, we have...
-The hell with your sir!

What is it?
Come in!

Shush, shush, shush, it is okay.

The k*ller used the codes...

Stop saying k*ller,
stop saying k*ller.

Shush, take a seat.

-You can't use those words.
-Really?

Yes.

My love.
It's okay.

These are the numerical
equivalents of the text, sir.

Now, is it a reversible
code or is it a coordinates?

Do we need a cryptographer?

I mean, our guys are trying to
analyse it thoroughly...

...but they couldn't find
anything yet.

Did you find anything
at the building?

It was built in the late 1800s.

And 4 years ago, Sebahat Şerbetçi
donated it to the charity.

I found the architecture
who built it.

It was Sebahat Şerbetçi's
granddad, Master Ziya.

He was an important stonemason.

Also, the person
who draw that sketch.

Sir...

...these repeat themselves.
Do you think it means something?

It might.

I have no idea, guys.
Come on, let's go back to work.

Continue with the investigation.
We'll see.

Come on, girl!
I am starving! Come on!

Okay.

I am sure Seyit Ali
already set the table up.

As if we don't know him.

Can you stop calling
him Seyit Ali, please?

It was okay when we were kids
but it sounds really weird now.

Seyit Ali, I'll call him
Uncle Seyit Ali then.

What do you think?

Hey, man!

Are you serious?

There is a k*ller out there
who chops people into pieces...

...and you are here to have fun
with a girl, superintendent!

What did you just say!

What the f*ck you are saying, son!
What girl!

-He is my brother!
-Calm down! Come with me!

-You, as*h*le!
-Come with me.

Look at him!

-Did you record everything?
-I did, I recorded everything.

God damn him!

My beautiful baby, sleep now

My little angle, sleep now

My little bird, sleep now

My everything, sleep now

What an as*h*le!
b*stard!

Why didn't you give him
a piece of your mind, son!

I didn't do that, bro.

I told him to leave.

Why, Çınar?

He might be a wealthy man
who knows some bigwigs...

...but we are here for
you man, we have your back.

Brother, he is a relative
of the victim on my case.

We argued before.

He is trying to make a
scene in front of the cameras.

I mean, I don't want to dirty my
hands and the case...

...because of my personal problems.

I see.

If that's the case,
it's another business.

You can't damage your case
with your personal problems.

You are so quick.

I could be here earlier but
I got stopped by the police.

I was going through
my dad's old stuff.

I found some notes
of my great-granddad.

Let me check up on Elif.

You take a seat.

My great-granddad
wrote that poem, you know.

I translated it for you.
It must be somewhere here.

Let me read it to you.

Yes, this is what it says.

Since I was burned by the wood
of this trouble...

...it used to hurt my neck all the
time, the iron tulip of blind love.

I am burned, people.

In the asylum of those who refuse
to burn, the poor died...

...the fire went out, the ashes
landed on his place.

Death came to life
and with its harsh wind...

...blind love attacked to
its new owner like a tiger.

I mean, 4 elements and the tulip.

And the asylum.

What does it say on here?
Here, take a look.

What does it say?

Let me see.

What is it?

Hold on.



In the Gregorian calendar, it is...
I don't know.

Hold on.

I mean...

...in the Gregorian calendar,
it is 1893.

It says 1893, old
Ottoman hospital, on it.

The great-grandfather of
Yüksel Yıldırımoğlu...

...who was m*rder*d at the clinic.

He was a doctor
working at old Ottoman hospital.

I mean, Master Yıldırım.

Do you think he knew your
great-grandfather Kerim?

I have no idea.

If it is the same place.

It's possible.

I don't know much about
my great-grandfather.

My dad never talked
about him that much.

But there is a lullaby he used to
sing when he used to put me to bed.

Once he told me m great-grandfather
wrote that lullaby.

He said it belonged to
Master Kerim.

We woke her up.

My love.

What happened?

Do you want me to
put you back in bed?

No.

What shall we do then?

We made some fruit cake today.

Shall we have some
cake with milk with honey?

You don't want to eat?

But I think brother
Çınar is hungry.

I am hungry too.

I can have some,
even if I am not hungry.

I love it, you know.

Shall we have some?
What do you think?

Do you like to paint?

So, can those painting
you make swim?

Come here.

-Come with me.
-Come on. Come on!

Elif, take this pen please.

Draw a fish please.

Draw a beautiful fish.

Listen, if I can make this fish
swim, okay...

...you'll eat your cake
and drink your milk with honey.

Promise?

She nodded.

It means we have a deal.

-Right?
-I witnessed that.

You are our witness.

Okay?

Yes, so, since it swam,

...yes, enjoy it.

You promised us.
Eat it now.

Do you want milk?

Don't come out.
It's chilly outside.

Superintendent Çınar!

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Su: Watch this as*h*le!

What did you just say!

What the f*ck you are saying, son!
What girl!

Stop recording, you, as*h*le!

f*ck!

Hello, sir?

I am listening, Fırat.

A body was found
at Sultan reed field.

Sir?

Sir?

Sir?

Okay, Fırat, I am on my way.

It was found an hour ago.

Someone's dog found it.

Crime scene officers
are trying to dig it out.

The corpse's been
here for a long time.

Did you find anything
to identify the body?

We are still working on it.

Ask me whatever you want.

I guess you are not here
to see my beautiful face.

Ask me while I have
all the marbles.

You never know when I
might lose my memory again.

What do you know about your
grandfather Master Yıldırım...

...and his years as a physician
at the old Ottoman hospital?

Master Yıldırım was
my grandfather, yes.

That's correct.

Thank you.

But in order to tell you his story,
I should start from his youth.

It is a very tragic story.

When he was a young physician,
he fell in love...

...with the impossible love in
pursuit of an impossible cure.

My love!

Mihriban!

Bring me a clean cloth
and water immediately.

My love, why did you
do this to yourself?

Young Yıldırım fell in love with
his master's daughter Mihriban...

...at first sight.

But unfortunately,
she was suffering melancholy.

While the chief physician was
looking for a cure...

...he found an old prescription
that was rumoured to be...

...the cure for melancholy.

He found it but granddad
Yıldırım had his doubts.

This cure is probably encrypted
and we don't have much information.

Even missing a small detail
would result in disaster.

I am losing my daughter
before my eyes, Yıldırım.

Even if there is a small chance,
we need to give it a try.

Despite all the objections,
they started with the treatment.

My grandfather was helpless
and he helped them...

...so he could be with Mihriban.

Did it work?

Her state of mind, the darkness
within her began to dissipate.

Fall has passed, winter has passed,
spring has passed...

...and summer has come...

When they thought
she was getting better...

Mihriban!

My grandad lost the woman he
loved...

...but he found a reason
to stay alive.

And from then on, he devoted
his life to find a cure...

...for melancholy and finding the
missing piece in the prescription.

Did he find it?

I have no idea.

He dies in the late 1800s
in the great cholera epidemic.

He only left his diary to us.

The diary that got stolen
from the museum.

Who are you?

You were talking about the diary.

Did Halil send you here?

I will not show my diary to him!

You know he hasn't
proposed to me yet.

If people find out
that we are flirting...

Don't trust my grandmother's
memory because it comes and goes.

If you have a question,
then ask me.

Okay.

Do you have a copy of the diary?

No.

We kept it there because of
its sentimental value anyway.

Do you have any information
of your great-granddad's work?

Mr Çınar, you are talking
about 100-odd years ago.

Whatever he was working on...

...it's not a treatment method that
you wouldn't find in our clinic.

Let me show you the door if you
don't have any more questions.

Hi.

If you want to talk with
Emir, he is sleeping.

I just gave him some sedatives.

Did he ever leave
his room today?

We played in the
garden for a while today.

Did he ever leave the clinic?

No, we would know that if he did.

When do you think he'll wake up?

Not today.

Okay, thank you.

Sir, I found archive reports about
the old Ottoman hospital...

...but they haven't digitalized
them yet.

Okay.

Sir, preliminary autopsy report
of body we couldn't identify.

Here.

-Start working on it then.
-I beg your pardon?

The case is yours.

You were in charge of
the crime scene as well.

So, you can
continue working on it.

What did you mean by that?

I mean, will I be the only
person who is going to work on it?

Are you taking me
off the other case?

No, I am not.

Don't skive off.

You'll work on both cases.

Narin.

Move aside.

Hello, Defne?

Narin.

Huh?

Shall we celebrate it tonight?

I am busy tonight.
My aunt will visit us.

Didn't they come to
visit you the other day.

No, she is my youngest aunt.

Youngest aunt?

She always finds excuses, man.



After the great cholera epidemic...

...these are all the documents we
have about old Ottoman hospital.

What does it say?

It's the list of people who died
because of the cholera epidemic...

...old Ottoman hospital.

The date they checked
into old Ottoman hospital.

Their names, their illnesses,
the time of the diagnose and...

...the time of death.

Is that him?

Poet Master Kerim.

He spent 7 years at
old Ottoman hospital.

He died in 1893.

He didn't survive the epidemic.

Someone else came
and ask me about...

...old Ottoman hospital
this week as well.

Did you find out who
asked for the documents?

Are you going to find him?
Can I come with you?

But Çınar, that person's
great-granddad...

...might spent some time
in old Ottoman hospital.

He might have documents
written in Ottoman language.

You might need me.

He might be the m*rder*r as well.

I'll keep you posted.
I promise.

Sir, we are closed.

Are you Mr Vasıf?

Yes, how can I help you?

Superintendent Çınar Demir,
homicide bureau.

I need to ask you
some questions.

Of course, I am listening.

I found out that
you got some information...

...about old Ottoman hospital
from the archives.

That's right.
I needed it for a family matter.

My great-grandfather, he received
a treatment there back in the day.

My wife and I decided to have a
baby and since there were...

...an illness like that within the
family, I mean, mental illness...

...so, we got worried.

We didn't know if it was genetic
or inherited.

But thank God,
that wasn't the case.

Have you experienced
anything suspicious lately?

No, I haven't.
Like what, officer?

So, did your great-grandfather
leave you any family heirlooms?

No, unfortunately.

I mean, if he did, I would know
about it. It's my job.

I just started to get to know
my great-grandfather anyway.

I have to close the shop really...

...if you don't have any other
questions for me...

...because I have to pick up
my wife from the hospital.

Thank you for your time.

No worries.
Don't mention it.

Don't mention it.

You don't have to show me the door.
I know where it is.

You have a nice day.