01x01 - Episode 1

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So, you know what, gentlemen...

...dressing up doesn't
make you a hunter!

Go ahead.

If you speak English, you can make
a living all over the world, sir.

Our embassies, abroad...
Pay very well too.

You see,
Mr. İhsan by the time he retired...

...from the embassy he
had bought two houses.

And their job is not hard,
they're just guarding the embassy.

I'll be right back, sir.

What?

-Where is the body?
-In the ambulance, sir.

Who told you to remove him?
Where is Rıza?

-I'm gettin him right away, sir.
-Run along!

Hi. Kemal Tekin.
Pleased to meet you.

The new detective. From England.

-Sir?
-Unload the body.

Are you deaf or what?

Mr. Prosecutor has given
strict orders, sir.

The corpse...
-To hell with his orders!

Stop! Stop, stop, stop!
Where are you going?

Unload the body.
I'll talk to Mr. Prosecutor.

Don't stand there, unload it.
Do it!

Why is the ambulance stopped? Huh?

Didn't I tell you
to move right away?

Can't you see? Crime scene
isn't done yet, Mr. Prosecutor.

-I won't ask you what to do.
-What?

If you must put up an attitude,
you should arrive on time.

Look here...

I saw crime scenes enough
for your ten lives, got it?

You're rude!

as*h*le!

Do you have a cigarette?

Go ahead, Arap.

The mortality has
probably taken place...

...one and a half
or two months ago.

Minuscule lividity to the arms and
legs, first stage putrefaction...

Cut it short, Arap.
Get to the point.

The cause of death
is drowning in water.

But not in salt water. Fresh water.

In sea water drowning, rich liquids
diffuse into the alveoles...

...from the intravascular space
and alveolar edema occurs.

But here, there are broken cell
membranes and pulmonary edema.

Has they chained the woman
to the pier after she died?

That seems to be the case.

There are two more basic anomalies.

The victim's tongue is missing.

I first thought it
must have been...

...a school of horse mackerels
with a good taste, but...

Agonal invasion in the mouth
has started before the mortality.

So?

The cut has probably happened
while the victim was alive.

Strangely, there is almost no damage
to the palate and around the mouth.

I thought it might have been done
under anaesthesia...

...but the pharmacological
test are nominal.

No trace of foreign matter
in the blood.

Has the cutting tool
been established?

Tongue resection is very rare.

It doesn't match anything
I have on record.

You said there was one more thing.

The victim's gender has
been filed incorrectly.

The victim is a man, not a woman.

I mean, he once was.

-Captain Settar?
-Yeah?

The Chief wants to see you.

Settar, look, I don't care
about your strange quirks...

...but I don't want
another scene in public.

I didn't make a scene, Mahmut.

They violated procedure,
and I made a warning.

Are you kidding me? Huh?

The man is a prosecutor!
Get that into your head.

You can't say anything!
He can do as he pleases.

So we should just let these
b*stards step over everybody?

Enough, Settar.

I spoke to Mr. Reşat.

I told him you weren't
feeling well that day...

...and that you would apologize.

If an apology is needed,
he can come and apologize.

Settar, Keep your mouth shut.

Get your retirement
and let us all be in peace.

Did that as*h*le threaten you
with putting off my retirement?

No, I'm threatening you, alright?
I'm threatening you.

I'm assigning this case to Cemil.

Come on, Kemal. We're leaving.

Where?

They took the case from us.
Keep us posted.

Waow, Settar... I hear
you're intimidating prosecutors now.

Don't be angry.
We're all getting old.

One gets cranky with age.

But the retirement
pensions are increasing.

You'll be in comfort soon.

You're cheerful, Cemil.
Aren't they giving you any cases?

There are many cases,
but when I heard...

...you messed this one up,
I couldn't help but take it.

Right, I told Mahmut, Cemil knows
these f*ggots to the marrow.

Alive or dead, give it to him.

Good luck to you.

Look, this isn't a library.

If we're going to work together,
you need to talk.

There is no trace of a strike
to the mouth, lips or face.

Nothing around the neck.

The k*ller doesn't seem to have...

...tried very hard to cut
the victim's tongue.

How would you cut someone's
tongue without k*lling them...

...or putting them to sleep,
without using force?

The victim knew his k*ller.

What is more,
he consented to his m*rder.

He must have done something.

The way the hands and feet
have been tied is strange.

It looks like they did it with care.

It looks symbolic.

The guy just was so anxious, he
just wrapped and wrapped the chain.

I'm thinking the opposite.

Look at that.

It goes around one more time, even
though it has been knotted twice.

The feet have been tied
the same way too.

It traces a certain shape...

It will turn out to be
something trivial again.

He didn't let the guy f*ck him...

...or the guy couldn't get it up
so he just slashed the f*gg*t.

A transsexual who consents
to his tongue being cut be?

It didn't seem that trivial to me.

Don't rush it.

There must have been a reason.
This isn't London.

Have you looked at my file?

No. Is there anything
important in it?

I have four years of
experience at MIT.

That's very cool.

I'm on my own for the last 30 years.

What's that MIT?

It's a unit of Scotland Yard.

A special unit working on major
crimes and sophisticated murders.

If you wanted to play detective,
why did you come back?

What the hell is
so good about here?

It doesn't count as coming back.

I'm from here, just like you are.

If they brought you here
to teach us new ways...

...just know this,
I'm too old to new tricks.

Nobody brought me here.

I'm here, because I wanted.

Why, after all those years?

Let's just say,
I couldn't adapt to England.

Why are we off the case?

Why are we off the case?

Have you ever heard of
the foot grip, British?

Foreginers don't know it.

You'll learn it as you
wrestle through things here.

Now, let me teach you a two-point
move, wrestler McAllister.

Are you hungry?

There's a siren under there.
Put it on.

The new kids don't know us,
they might stop us.

Sir, I'm giving you a half,
what does your friend want?

Get him the same, Galip,
but he's no foreigner.

Give him plenty.
-Alright, sir.

That's how you eat that.

Captain Settar, a m*rder was
reported at the Haliç Dock.

You're the closest
on the navigation map, sir.

They won't let us eat anything.
I'm tempted to throw it away!

Galip, we have to go. Another time.

Greetings, Captain.

Hello. Did you call
the police station?

Yes, sir, it was me.

I've found the guy in the presser
in the hangar.

You came here very quick,
Thank God.

When did you find him?

Half an hour ago.

Go in there, and wait.

Filiz, Filiz. We're at the dock.

Send a squad and an ambulance
here right away.

Roger that, sir.

Kemal, Kemal. He's on the bridge.

He's on the bridge.

Copy that.

The bridge is clear.

The bridge is clear. Over.

Is it done, Arap?

It is,
but you can't see the body now.

Mahmut called.
He wants to see you first.

Wait here, I'll be back.

Yes, sir.

Absolutely, sir.

We will definitely be
prioritizing this, sir.

We will take him to justice
as soon as possible.

Yes. We'll be done with it before
it leaks to the press, sir.

By your command, sir.

This f*cking backed up loser is
teaching us how to do our job!

You think you're a man now,
b*stard?

You think you're a man now?

I don't know what to say to you,
Settar!

I send you in for one thing,
you come back with another!

You came back with the corpse
of Nusret Işık.

This hack of a writer seems
to have many admirers.

He even got you out of bed
at this hour.

What have you found?

He was alive when we arrived.

The guy was chained from his
shoulder blades to the ceiling.

I believe it's connected
to the tr*nsv*stite m*rder.

What the hell are you talking about?

Perhaps you should also find
a child molester to crown it all.

Do you have any idea
how many ministers...

...and members of parliament
called me all day?

It turns out this Nusret Işık
has some serious ba*ls.

A minister called me
about the case, in person!

Don't you get it, Settar?

I don't want no tr*nsv*stite
mixed up in this!

This is not an ordinary m*rder,
Mahmut.

The watchman said the body
was in the presser...

...but we found the man
on the ceiling.

They made a hundred year old man
a watchman!

What could he see!

This is the tr*nsv*stite...

And this is Nusret Işık.

Right before crime scene
investigation arrived.

Tied up the same way.

This doesn't look like anything
you know of, Mahmut.

Settar... Don't bring us
trouble right before you leave.

We'll deal with this
without making a mess.

This is all going to be done
in three days, Settar.

Three days? It can't.

It will!

-It can't.
-It will, Settar.

If you can't,
we'll find someone to get it done.

Get out, Settar.

Don't make me break your heart.

You're off the case.

And I'm not going to see you
until your retirement.

Yes, Mr. Governor?

Yes, sir.

So, we're off this case too?

Yes.

Perhaps Mahmut is right.

I've gotten old.

It's clear that the same k*ller
committed both murders.

They were tied up the way.
Ritual...

They were tied similarly. So what?

So what?

This is Turkey, Kemal.

Things work differently here.

Everyone has their place here,
from birth.

Some tr*nsv*stite with no relatives
won't go...

...into the same grave
as a well-connected writer.

When I got to him,
Nusret's lips were sewn together.

He was making
an unintelligible grunt.

I cut the stitches,
with the hope of finding something...

Get in.

-Enjoy, sir.
-Thank you.

Welcome, sir.

See, Recep? You said he won't come,
but he's here.

Why the long face?

Because we woke you
up at this hour?

How come a hunter is
asleep at this hour?

I can't help it. I couldn't find
any better hobby since I retired.

My partner, Kemal.

-Hello. Nejat.
-Nice to meet you.

Look, your eyes are red again.

Well, it doesn't give me a break.

They'll put me
on the table eventually.

Yeah, you'll meet
with the scalpel eventually.

It must be something good?

Yeah, it's good.

I've got something just for you.

Recep, can you bring the appetizer
I brought for Nejat?

You don't want appetizers
at this hour of the morning, Settar.

No, this is just
the kind of thing you want.

Give it to me.

Magnificent.

Enjoy.

What is this, man?

We have to find who it belongs to.

We're going to ask for favor again,
right?

Don't make a fuss. Just say
"A friend from İzmit sent it.

He couldn't trust those
assholes over there."

Come on, hit it.

Come on, Kemal, come on.

Are you saying that
there is a connection...

...between the dead kid and
the m*rder of Mr. Abbas' bodyguard?

There is no connection.

You're going through cases for months
but I'm not saying anything.

And then you're equating
Tayfun with Mr. Abbas.

Do you know why holidays
are getting extended?

Not four our people to rest
because they're tired.

It's for money circulation.

And who's Mr. Abbas? An investor.

He has thousands of employees
in this city.

He's the only investor
in this city.

Somebody is m*rder*d
ten months ago. It's different.

And now a man is m*rder*d.
This is different.

Remember that if you're going
to talk to Mr. Abbas again.

I can't make nervous
precious people for nothing.

Hello?

Where are you, Kemal?

I'm home.

Okay, I'll come and get you
in ten minutes.

What is it?

We've found the ID
of the dead tr*nsv*stite.

Greetings.

Hello. Does Arife Diri live here,
brother?

My mother passed away last month.

My condolences.
We need to ask you a few questions.

Come in.

How do you relate to Mustafa Diri?

May God forgive him.
He's my older brother.

Did he have any enemies,
anyone troubling him?

Nothing I say about him would be
true. I haven't seen him for years.

When have you last met?

We didn't see each other much.

My older brother left the house a
long time ago, when I was little...

When have you last seen him?

Perhaps ten years ago.

He visited my mother
during the feast.

And then?

I haven't seen him again.

Do you know where he lives?
His address?

No.

Did your mother use to visit him?

I don't know.

If she did,
she wouldn't have told me.

May God forgive him.
My older brother made us so sad.

Let us take a look at
your mother's personal effects.

Of course,
but she didn't have much.

Perhaps some in the closet
in the bedroom...

I'll give it back to you after
we analyze it. Don't worry.

Of course.

It's heavy. Perhaps
you shouldn't bother for nothing.

Sir...

I hope my brother hasn't done
something that will embarrass us.

My condolences, Adem.

Call me on this number
if you learn anything.

Let's tell the boys to come and
pick up the cupboards tomorrow too.

How did you learn Mustafa Diri's name
before Lieutenant Cemil?

Only civil servants work
on working hours, Kemal.

"Tuna Color".

We'll come by in the morming.

What's up, bro?
Don't you see we're closed?

We have an urgent business.

Have you taken this photograph?

I don't know. And who are you?
Why are you here?

You don't know?
Your name is under it.

Have you taken this photograph?

How the hell am I supposed to know?

Do you think I keep records
of everyone who comes in?

Look at that picture.

Now look again.
Have you taken this photograph?

-Yes.
-What's the name?

-Merve.
-Merve.

Where can I find this Merve?

It must be on Balo Street.
The Sarmaşık Tavern.

The music isn't start yet.

Come back in an hour or two, sir.

The boss is upset when I let
people in before it starts.

He won't be upset with us.

Look at that picture.

Sister Merve hasn't been around
for two months, sir.

I hope there's nothing wrong?

Where does Sister Merve live?

Any friends, enemies? Tell us.

I don't know where she lives.

All sorts of people
come here every day.

Did she have any friends,
acquaintances?

No, sir,
the boss wouldn't like that.

But someone was asking about her.

Her pimp, her friend? Who was it?

No, sir.

The boss is a harsh guy,
he doesn't want no tail.

This was just some poor guy. He
used to stop by every now and then.

Do you know his name, his address?

No, sir.

But he had a strange face.

Strange?

There was a pockmark right here.

Good evening to you.

I hope nothing's wrong, sir?

I studied at an İmam Hatip school,
just like my older brother Mustafa.

Our father was a truck driver.

We lost him in an accident,
at a very early age.

All we had was
our orphan's pension.

When my father died, we thought...

...Mustafa would be a father to us
and look after us.

He was fine at first...

...but then some men put some ideas
in his head, and he got strange.

My brother was a religious man.

He was going to religious groups.

Then in time,
he started to say strange things.

He tried to remove us
from school...

...he started to say that
the Quran was falsified...

...and Quran isn't word of God.

Saying lots of nonsense,
and began to believe other gods.

His attitude, his behavior changed.

How can I put this?

May God forgive him.

Sometimes I think
it's my mother's fault.

She always wanted a girl...

...so she dressed him up like
that as a baby and so on...

We had a big argument one night...

...and he left the house.

I graduated,
but I wasn't appointed.

I tried to make money...

...at the memorial services
in the neighborhood...

...but it wasn't enough.

My older brother used
to secretly give...

...my mother money
when I wasn't at home.

I told my mother not to take
the money, I yelled at her.

Then...

May God never test anyone
with need, sir.

Five mouths to feed,
one of them ill...

...all dependent on me...

Eventually, we had to accept
my brother's help.

Sometimes, I went to the place
where he worked...

Thankfully he gave me money
regularly.

Do you know where he lives?

Yes, sir,
it's near the place where he works.

I went there to take the money
the last time.

Congratulations for paying
the poor Mustafa Diri...

...the kind of attention
you paid Nusret Işık.

Treating people equally is
a rare attitude these days.

I'll keep this brief,
since we'll meet again many times.

Unless the novel "Rainbow"
by the writer F.A.K...

...serialized
in the Mürekkep journal...

...is printed by one
of the top three...

...major publishing houses
within a week...

...you'll have another case...

...that I believe
you'll really enjoy working.

Yeah, you'll meet
with the scalpel eventually.