01x05 - Episode 5

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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Forgive me. I have sinned.

Actually I've sinned many times until now,
but this one's different.

This time it hurt me.

I felt really bad.

What are you doing?

I'm confessing my sins.

You've come to the wrong place.
The cathedral's down the street.

Well, it doesn’t really matter to me.
Why can't I just keep talking here?

[sighs]
But you've missed the point completely.

Listen, if you have a problem,
let's talk about it. Huh?

Get up.

So?

What happened?

It's all my fault.

Arrogance is sin, Adem.

What's that?

You thinking this problem,
or whatever, is all your fault.

What if somebody came up and asked,

"Who are you
to think you can control everything?" Hmm?

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

And they would be right.

I need to get back.
It's time for me my ablutions.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

A man can't be a reason for anything.
He can only be the excuse.

Okay? Take care.

[melancholy music playing]

Your words don't change the truth.

If you hadn't met me, you might be alive.

[groaning]

[footsteps approaching]

Why don't you gargle with salt water?

-Ooh, wouldn't that really hurt?
-Oh, it will, but it will help.

There are white sores all over my tongue.
You want me to show you?

No, stop it, don't! I believe you.

I'm sure they're just...
just canker sores, you know?

Canker?

How could it have such a stupid name
when it hurts so much?

Your immune system must've weakened.
Be careful.

[Shadow] Hmm.

Ooh, hey.
Bewar is doing great, by the way.

-Look how happy the little guy is.
-Who's Bewar?

You're kidding, right?
You don't know the name

of the boy
you brought here?

Oh! [chuckles]

He does look happy.

-His name doesn't matter.
-How can you say that?

You begin establishing a bond
with someone with their name.

How else are you gonna create an identity
for someone?

I established a bond with the awful sores
on my tongue without knowing their names.

Finding out they're canker sores
didn't ease my pain.

Make fun all you want,

but don't you like it
when someone calls you by your first name?

Mm.

-Adem!
-Just like that!

Adem, my dad's waiting
for you in the bakery.

Why the bakery?

Why doesn't your dad sit
in his own office, huh?

He gets bored as no one goes there.
They were playing backgammon when I left.

Maybe they will play Okey now,
and might need one more person to play.

No, it's not like that.

Someone's causing trouble in the bakery.

-Who?
-I don't know.

Mesut and some others are also there.

[sighs] What happened?

Let's go and find out.

-What's going on, Dad?
-Stay behind me, Dilara.

This is the guy I was telling you about.

They say a tailor can't prepare
his own clothes.

Is that true?

Are you really that incompetent,
young man?

Sir, it's not incompetence.
It's more to do with what we call neglect.

Mm.

They're so busy repairing
other people's clothes,

and they don't ever have the time
to repair clothing for themselves.

Yes, I see what you mean. Uh,

just like a chef working in a restaurant
never making food at home, is that right?

For example, yes.
That's a very good example.

Thank you, Yakup.

[clears throat]

Yeah.

I'm the tailor. What's up?

There are two types of people I hate.

Those who are far too overconfident,

and those who underestimate themselves.

-So tell me, which one are you?
-I don't know.

You tell me.

Okay, I will, then.

However…

let's first find out who you are,
sound good?

Hmm.

One of our men
in this neighborhood has disappeared,

and there are people who say that
you were the last person to see him.

And who's this man of yours?

The man you were trying so hard to find.
You remember?

Oh, I remember now. Mm-hmm.

-Do you have any idea where he might be?
-I have no clue.

For some reason, no one
in this neighborhood seems to have a clue

about anything.

Honestly, I don't even care
about what happened to him.

I don't even know his name,

but he had a package that belongs to me,

and I want that package.

-From me?
-From you.

And you, and you, and you, and you.

Thank God. He left me out.

-From all of you!
-Oh, sh*t.

The package is going to be delivered to me
by tomorrow at the latest.

And if not…

someone
in this neighborhood is going to die.

Right, Mesut?

-That's right.
-Okay, then.

Enjoy the rest of your day, everyone.

[Shadow exhales]

So, what are we gonna do now?

You think he'll actually k*ll someone?

He didn't even give us a name.
A name would be nice.

He's just making idle threats,
nothing more than that.

[Yakup groans]

Hey, slow down! Stop!

-Huh?
-You don't know these b*stards.

If he says he's going to do something,
he will definitely do it.

-I know.
-So why did you lie to everyone in there?

What's the point of getting the people
in there worried, Yakup?

Adem is right.

Otherwise I'm sure they would try
to solve this all on their own.

-That's it. I'm calling the police.
-No. No police, please.

And why not?

Because the police will complicate matters
even worse.

He's right.

If they find out we called the police,
they will get even angrier.

Well, then I guess we have no other choice
but to find the dealer.

-You won't be able to find him.
-Why not?

Well, even his own boss couldn't find him.
How would we?

-He must've run off with the package.
-What are we going to do?

Should we just sit around
and wait until he kills one of us?

That actually seems like our best bet.

I mean, I can't just stand idly by.
You can choose to do nothing if you want.

-Where are you going?
-To find that package.

Wait, are you crazy?
This isn't something you can do.

-Yeah?
-Now you're f*cked.

What do you mean,
"not something I can do."

Yes, what do you mean,
"not something she can do"?

-Yakup, stay out of this.
-Okay.

Do you realize
even my dad can't tell me what to do?

I'm certainly not going to ask you
whether I can do something or not, am I?

You're right.
You're right. It's my fault,

bu that's not really what I meant.

Why don't you wait in the bakery
while Yakup and I search for the guy?

We'll let you know if we find anything.

You have a job to do, and you know
the people in there better than anyone.

It's important that they stay calm.
You can keep an eye on them.

What do you say?

Okay, deal. Just let me know
as soon as you find anything.

I promise.

I'll make sure never
to get into an argument with her again.

Okay, great, we're stuck with this now.
Do you know where we should start?

We'll go to Mesut.

-Good cop or you wanna be bad cop?
-What do you mean?

You said we're going to get Mesut to talk,
so do you want to be the good or bad cop?

I don't do bullshit like that
when I wanna get someone to talk.

All right. How will you make him talk?

I could pull out his fingernails.

I haven't seen anyone who can take it
even up to the third nail,

but if he doesn't,
then I move on to the rest of them.

A person only has ten fingers after all.

Twenty if you count the toes.

Oh, I don't wanna t*rture myself
with the stench of his feet.

Oh, my God.

-Sorry you had to come out here.
-Thanks, Mesut.

-Listen.
-Yes, sir?

If that package isn't found, you know
someone is going to die, don't you?

And that includes you.

Boss, I told you.
I had nothing to do with it.

Mesut.

Why do you think we pay you?

To ensure we're comfortable
in this neighborhood, right?

But what happens? Our man disappears.

So tell me, what's going on?

-That package will be found tonight.
-We'll take care of it.

-[gangster] Let's go.
-[engine turns over]

[mimicking] "Find the package…",
f*ck' as*h*le!

Hey, boss. What are we gonna do now?

We'll see.

I'm sure
that son of a b*tch Adem is behind this.

Azrael will k*ll him,

and we'll finally get the shop.

If you had done your job properly,
none of this would've been necessary.

Go and get us two cups of tea.

[clears throat] Right away, boss.

[suspenseful music playing]

Ah, well, well, well! Look who's here!

I'm amazed
you were able to find the shop again.

[sighs]

I'm going to ask you something,
but for God's sake, tell me the truth.

What's in the package
that Azrael is going on about?

I really don’t know,

but I do know what will happen
if you two can't find it.

What are you saying?

Why is it all on us, huh?

We can all end up in the sh*thole, Mesut.
You also live in this neighborhood.

He was here the other day.

-[Shadow] The drug dealer?
-Mm-hmm.

He said he needed some money
and asked for 5,000 liras.

He said he'd pay it back soon.
I asked him how he was gonna do that?

He wouldn't tell me at first,
so I got suspicious,

and when I pushed him,

he told me about a shipment.

Ah…

A drug shipment?

That guy was the middleman.

He said, "I'll pay you back
when I get my cut from the delivery."

What did that dirtbag do?
I mean, did he steal

some of the goods to make a little extra?

Relax, relax. At least you know
what we’re looking for now. Let’s go.

Hey, Mesut.

Stay away from Civan.

He doesn't understand how things are.
He's extremely naive.

Yeah, you're right. He definitely is not.

He's not cut out for this,
not cut out at all. [chuckles]

He isn’t like you, you know?

-[groans]
-You were a gem.

It's very hard to find someone
as good as you.

Come and work for me again,
just like the old days.

[door slams]

How are you doing today, Servet?

Hmm? Better.

And did the pills help you sleep? Or…

Oh, yes, they did.
No more nightmares. Thank you.

I see.

Have there been any big changes
in your life at all recently?

Oh, yes, there have. Yeah.

So? How do you like it?
Be honest with me. Do you really like it?

It's great!

[sighs]

That's better.
So, the construction project is...

I'm going to take care of that
myself today.

Don't worry about that.
Just enjoy the view from your new office.

It's quite comfy. [laughs]

Make sure to relax.
You can leave everything with me.

-[sighs] Ah!
-[door shuts]

What are you trying to leave behind?

My shadow.

That's a difficult thing to do.

[sighs] Actually, it's not that bad.

Uh…

I noticed that…

-[switch clicks]
-…if you dive deep enough into darkness…

[switch clicks]

…your shadow disappears.

[switch clicks]

So, is that what you're trying to do?

I'm trying to, but

it's so bright, everywhere.

I'd need more…

I need more darkness than I...

I need much, much more darkness.

Okay.

[Yakup] I'm not sure about this.
I don’t think he'd steal all that stuff

from his boss and then just hide it
where he does business.

[Shadow] You never know.

Sometimes the best place to hide
is right under their noses.

Hmm.

Oh! Every time I say there must be nowhere
else in this neighborhood

that smells worse than this,
I end up finding a place that beats it.

What the hell is this? Ugh.

Why are they wrapping these beer cans
in newspapers?

Both sins and prayers are hidden
in this neighborhood.

You need a lot of paper
to hide all of your sins, you know?

You'd need to wrap Mesut up
completely like this.

[both laugh]

Is that true,
that you were working for him before?

Desperation.

Ah, desperation I know.

Will make you do things.

Were you that desperate?

I'm an orphan.

I grew up on the streets.

I was eight or nine years old at the time.

Mukhtar took hold of my hands,
and turned around and slapped me.

-Why?
-'Cause I was trying to steal his wallet.

He had me by the shoulder
and was taking me to the police,

but I was crying so much
he couldn't bear it.

He brought me here and took care of me.
He found me a place to stay.

God bless him.
He treated me like I was his own son.

You were lucky, man.

I was, but I've always been an outsider
to the people in this neighborhood.

I was the boy
whose moms used to tell their kids,

"Don't play with Yakup.
He's not one of us."

They made me feel
like it was my fault I was an orphan.

Then Mesut came into my life.

Mukhtar gave me a home,

but Mesut promised me more.

Mesut said, "Jump." I jumped.

He told me to steal, and I did it.

He told me to hit…

You really are good at this.

Good at what?

Getting people to talk to you.
You know which fingernail to choose.

There's nothing here. [groans]

First, we need to find someone
who knows this guy.

Who would know a drug dealer?

His customers.

Here. Put it there.

[Shadow] Do you know
where this dealer's home is?

No. Well, I mean, he doesn't have a home.
He lives in a hostel.

We used to go there to get stuff
in an emergency.

And what's his name?

I don't know his name.
Acid is what we called him.

Where is this hostel?

It's close.
I'd say it's about ten minutes from here,

but they're not gonna let you in.

They usually don't let people in
they don't know.

-Okay, get ready. You're coming with us.
-He's not going anywhere!

We're leaving here to keep my son away
from these evil people,

and you're trying to take him
to the lion's den?

There's no way!
Mustafa's not going anywhere.

He has to come with us.

He has to? Get lost!

Okay. We'll find another way
to get inside the hostel.

Didn't you hear what the boy said?

They won't let us in.

Either Mustafa comes
to the hostel with us,

or we wait for Azrael
to come and k*ll one of us.

[groans]

Hasan, come on.

We need to find that drug dealer,

or other boys
like Mustafa will get in trouble, too.

And don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him.
I promise. I'll watch him.

We'll be back in no time, Dad.

I swear
I don't do that kind of stuff anymore.

All right, then.

I'll let him go,

but listen, Yakup,

I'm leaving Mustafa in your hands.

Don't worry, all right? He'll be okay.

MOTEL DEMİRTAŞ

OPEN

[door opens]

Oh, Mustafa!

Long time no see.

Are you back?

It's Acid.

Is he upstairs?

f*ck him!
He hasn't been here for a week at least.

The b*stard!

Check the room next to his.

Number five. They'll search you out.

[Mustafa] Oh, this is Acid's room.

-[Yakup] This one?
-Yeah.

Good. Window is facing the back.

Is there a fire escape around here?

It doesn't matter, though.
It's only the second floor.

I'll go in through the window
and open the door for you.

Or we could go through here.

Or we could do that, too.

-I was just trying to add some…
-[Yakup] Mm-hmm.

-…excitement.
-Yeah, I'm sure.

Where are you going? Get out. Out!
Knock on the door if someone comes.

You don't have to be so cruel.

He's being cruel to himself, not me.

[Yakup] It's not his fault.

He's a drug addict,
but it's not his fault, huh?

What, did somebody force him
to inject a needle into his arm?

You don't know what he's been through.

You need to be
a little more understanding.

Life is tough, you know,

but a person has only one body.

If you treat your body badly
that means you're stupid. No offense.

Mm-hmm. Maybe I'd take you more seriously
if it wasn't

coming from an alcoholic.

And besides,
the boy doesn't do drugs anymore.

That still doesn't change the fact
that he's stupid.

[zipper zips]

[Yakup]
He was getting ready to go somewhere.

Is there anything in the bag?

No.

Let's go.

Wait a minute. There's a key in here.

A key?

To a car.

Good. Let's leave before someone comes.

Why are you staring at me like that?
Get out of my way.

Don't mind him. Come on.

-Did you find anything?
-No.

Hey, Mustafa! If you see Acid,
tell him to come back here.

He needs to stop avoiding me
and give me back the money that he owes.

What debt?

Rent for his room.

The b*stard borrowed 5,000 liras
and hasn't paid it back yet!

Hmm. Did he say why he needed it?

No, he did not.

There's this guy, Tiny, his best friend.
The two of them are up to something.

I'm sure we'll hear all about it soon.

Oh, and here's Tiny now.

Get him! He's running away! Hurry!

Not again. What's with all the running?
Come on, guys!

Hey!

[action music playing]

[chuckles] Such an amateur.

[horns honking]

[breaks screeching]

-[horns honk]
-f*ck off, m*therf*cker!

Hey!

[grunts]

-I would've caught him without you anyway.
-Oh, sure.

Why the hell
are you making us run after you?

I swear. I didn't do anything. I'm clean.

Search me.
I've got nothing on me, I swear!

Why would we search you, man?

-Well, aren't you cops?
-No.

Then why the hell are you chasing me?
I was scared to death.

-Do you know this guy, Acid?
-I do.

So, where is he?

I don't know.
I came here to check in on him, too.

We hear you borrowed a lot of money
from the landlady?

Did she complain to you?

We were only short by 5,000 liras
and asked her for some money.

-Money for what?
-Acid and I went in on a used car. Clio.

-How much was it?
-80,000.

-What year?
-2018.

-How many kilometers on it?
-5,000.

-Damage?
-Not even a scratch. Looks like a new car.

Holy sh*t.

-Yakup, why don't we stay on topic?
-Sorry.

-Where is he now?
-I said, I don't know.

He said, "This is the last one,
then we're gonna get out of here."

Where to?

We were gonna go to the Mediterranean.
We were gonna quit doing this.

Planning to make a living fishing
or something like that.

Wow, what a guy, huh?

Even the drug dealers in this country
wanna settle in a seaside town.

You think your job was white-collar?

What the hell!
You think will be perfect somewhere else?

-Maybe he left without you.
-Acid would never do that.

He can't anyway. The car keys are here.

-What are you doing with that?
-Hey! Shut up!

I'm not doing anything with them.

Besides, I wanna see this car.

-Yakup!
-I mean, to check for the package.

I kept calling Acid.
His phone was ringing,

but he didn't answer,
and I thought I would check the hostel.

That's when you started chasing me.

[whispering] Ah, the telephone.

Where are you going now?

You go back to the neighborhood.
See you at the bakery tonight.

Come here for a minute.

Come on,
let's check out this car of yours, huh?

Since Acid ran away,
your plans have changed.

Maybe you'll wanna sell the car
for a decent price. Where is it?

[footsteps approaching]

-You Mr. Mesut?
-Yes, that's me.

It was very difficult to find this place.

Difficult?

How odd.

If you'd ask anyone in the neighborhood,
they would show you.

-Would you like a drink?
-Espresso, thank you.

Huh?

-Espresso.
-What so?

Uh, you don't have that?
Americano will do.

Go and get us two cups of tea.

Yes.

You're looking for me.

Mr. Özdemir told me that you were the one
looking after the properties here.

-Is that true?
-Özdemir?

Özdemir is our contractor.

Yes, I'm the one looking after them.

It seems you're not very good at your job.

-What do you mean?
-The construction hasn't started yet.

Ah, an as*h*le got in our way.

Excuse me.

There is this... Hmm.

This...

This stupid f*cking as*h*le.

Sorry.
I couldn't find a better way to put it

-I'll survive.
-It's all his fault.

But it's only a matter of time.
We'll get the shop soon enough.

-Oh, great. Everything is fine, then.
-Yes, yes, don't worry about it.

-Okay, then. I'll go?
-What about your tea?

-Hey, Mr. Mesut!
-Don't call me that.

-My name is Mesut.
-Mesut!

I didn't come here today
for you to ease my mind.

Where's that as*h*le's shop?

Maybe you should call me "Mr." after all.

Okay, let's go.

-Boss, the tea?
-Don't bother me with tea now.

CLOSED
INEXPENSIVE PIECES

I don't know. This is usually always open.

Who owns this place?

His name is Adem.

It actually belonged to a man named Adil.

Real good guy,
may he rest in peace.

And then his son just showed up
out of nowhere.

-Did Adil have any other relatives?
-No.

Has the certificate
of inheritance been issued to the son?

Mukhtar looks after that stuff.
I really don't get into it.

His office is right here.
We can go ask him if you want.

No. No, I don't have time for that.

Just take my card. Call me,
and let me know if something else happens.

Don't worry about Adem.
I can take care of him. I got this.

-We'll talk soon.
-I'll see you.

-[car door shuts]
-[engine turns over]

CLOSED

[groans]

[moans]

[keys jangle]

[chuckles] I should get going, man.

-Have more tea.
-I can't. My parents would be worried.

-Okay, I'll drop you off.
-There's really no need.

I'm gonna drop by our old house.
There are a few bags left.

Okay, whatever you say.

-I'll see you.
-Come here. Let me give you a hug.

-Oh! [laughs]
-Thank you.

-See you.
-Okay.

-Are you leaving, Mustafa?
-My dad is waiting for me.

-How much is it?
-Get lost, you rascal!

Look at him! He's all grown up
and thinks he's gonna pay here.

-Say hi to your parents.
-Will do.

Go straight home, you hear me?

And? Tell me what's going on.

Nothing. I told him I'd buy the car
for 70,000, but he said no.

I'm not talking about the car.
Did you find the package?

-No.
-Did you really take a good look at it?

-We did.
-What did you find?

Nothing. Not even a scratch.
The car is like new.

What the hell are you talking about now?
Where's Adem?

I don't know, Dilara!
I don't know that either.

He said he was gonna meet us
at the bakery tonight and then just left.

But let me tell you something.

That man is hiding something.

-What do you think he's hiding?
-I don't know what, but he's suspicious.

He's not who he says he is.

What in the world are you talking about?
Look, Adem is a good man.

He's working harder than any of us
to find this thing.

Stop attacking him for nothing.

Shall we continue?

Yes, I have.

Excuse me?

Last week you asked me
if I ever had depression.

-Mm-hmm.
-Yes, I've had it.

-[beeps]
-[female robot] Access denied.

-[beeps]
-[female robot] Access denied.

[exhales]

[beeps]

[groans]

-[beeps]
-[female robot] Access denied.

[Servet grunting repeatedly]

[tense music plays]

[panting]

[nostalgic music plays]

[sighs]

I…

I miss my Shadow so much, Doctor.

I miss my Shadow so much.

But you wanted to be free of your shadow.

I lied to you.

[inhales] I've been lying

my entire life.

I lied to my Shadow the most.

I didn’t want to be free of him,
I wanted to be free of this burden.

What kind of burden?

It’s a burden
so heavy that no one can bear it.

What would you tell him
if he were here right now?

"Sorry."

For what?

[inhales]

[exhales] For everything.

[sighs shakily]

I would apologize for everything.

[sniffling]

I'm so sorry.

[grunting]

[dog barking in distance]

[Shadow] Oh! Ugh!

I keep saying that there's nowhere else
that smells worse than this,

[grunts] but I keep proving myself wrong.

Oh!

[groans]

[gagging]

[spits]

[groans]

Nice!

[sighs]

Dilara, I found Acid's phone.

[suspenseful music plays]

[wailing sirens approaching]

[Shadow] What are you doing here?

I came to get the package.

The package or a dead body?

Somebody died. Isn't that enough?
You still want the package?

Yes.

I didn't k*ll him after all, right?

[man sobbing]

I told you to look after my son!

You promised me he would be safe!

[sobbing continues]

[woman] My son!

[sobbing]

Ah, my son, my son!

[sobbing] My son!

AMBULANCE

[siren wailing]

You f*cking k*lled him!
You k*lled Mustafa!

He died
the moment you took him to that hostel.

Why are you staring at me like that?
Get out of my way.

Don't you have anything to say?

Say something!

Say it was his own fault for dying.

Say it
so I can smash your f*cking face in!

Let go of me!

I k*lled him.

I k*lled him, too.

I k*lled the drug dealer, too.

I k*lled my father, too,

[shakily] and my mom…

I didn't k*ll my mom.

I tried to help her.

[man] Where the hell are you?
I have something for you.

If you want it, come meet me right now.

Where are you at?

[seagulls mewing]

[ship horn blasts]

Who the hell are you?

Me?

I'm the dark face of this city.

-And Acid?
-I don't know. Where's the package?

ID CARD

-What's this?
-That is Acid's ID.

Now, tell me. Where's Acid?

I said, I don't know.

[inhales]

-Who are you, man?
-A friend from the hostel.

Ah, so you're the man he called Tiny?

You're not tiny at all.

[sniffs] Anyway.

Listen to me.

If you see Acid, you tell him…

if he wants his ID back,

I need to meet Azrael.

It was hard enough getting permission
for the operation from the captain.

Do you understand?

[Shadow]
That guy, Acid, was a police informant.

He was telling the cops
everything he knew about you.

They were gonna reel you in
with a fake deal,

and they were going to catch you
in the act.

It turns out you were the package.

But why are you telling me
all of this now?

Because you're nothing but a canker sore.

-A what?
-A canker sore.

A painful sore on the tongue.

You try to get used to it,
but you know it's there.

You don't know
when it's gonna cause you pain.

And right when you thought
you've gotten rid of it,

another one reappears.

Fighting against you is pointless,

and it would also be absurd

to make a new deal

with someone like you.

I can only ask for a favor.

A favor?

What kind of favor do you want?

Stay away from this hood.

I don't want anything else.

You are one of those
who underestimate themselves.

That, or I greatly underestimated you.

Why would you tell me all of this,
otherwise, right?

You should leave
before I change my mind.

You'll get caught
within a couple of years, anyway.

Be careful of the people who work for you.

And you?

-Wouldn't you like to work for me?
-No.

Evil ways aren't my thing.

I'm tired of living like a shadow.
Besides, I have friends here.

Your choice.

What a loss.

But in the future, when you talk,

please don't refer to me
as the canker sore.

I would very much prefer Azrael.
Sounds much better.

-I'm sorry about the boy.
-Mustafa.

What's that?

The boy's name was Mustafa.

It doesn't matter anymore.

It does. It does.

[solemn music playing]

AKBABA CENTRAL MOSQUE