02x01 - The Silent Devil – Part 1

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A NETFLIX SERIES

EVERYTHING RETURNS BACK
TO THEIR ORIGINS,

OUR BODIES BECOME SOIL,
OUR BLOOD WATER,

OUR HEAT FIRE,
OUR BREATH, AIR.

THISE BORN IN HARMONY, DIE SO--

WHAT ABOUT THE MIND?

When I was a child,
my father and I loved to watch

old detective movies on Fridays.

My mum would sit in her corner and
read her book, while we watched,

mesmerized trying to solve the crime.

One day, I couldn't resist and asked her
why she wouldn't join us. She looked up,

smiling and said that all detective
stories are the same.

At that moment, I realized she was right.

All detective stories really
did begin in the same way.

First, we were shown the suspects' lives,
their strengths and weaknesses,

and then we were given small clues
about why the m*rder was committed.

Then, at the end of the movie,

the detective would appear and
solve the impossible crime.

We are unaware of the storm,
coming in shortly.

-Good to see you…
-Thank you, Chief.

Not chief any longer.

I'm a civilian now, inspector.

This way.

-Welcome.
-Chief.

-Hello.
-Feriha.

My dear.

The m*rder scene might
have been on a train

traveling from Istanbul to Europe,
a boat on the river or inside

a millionaire's mansion.
The only thing required was a weapon

going off and a victim's scream.

In real crimes, however,
the victim's voice is rarely heard.

Yasemin.

Get out of here, Rüştü.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait.

Wait.

Without me, nobody would ever want you.

I'd rather be dead then.

Önem.

It might be a good idea
to relax a little bit.

Easy enough for you to say Feriha,
but this kind of event is strange to me.

Well,
for me, it's one party for another you.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to insult you and I'm sorry
for dragging you here and running

my mouth.

It doesn't matter.

I'm not able to help it though.
And there's this interview coming up.

Haluk again.

I really shouldn't be here today.

HÜLYA TEKİN
MUSICIAN SERCAN KIRIKKALE

HASAN DURU - FATHER
NİHAN DURU - MOTHER

LAWYER DORUK YILMAZ
SERMİYAN TANRIKULU

MERT DURU - BROTHER

Berk!

Not here.

Same story.

I wasn't there. It wasn't me and so on.

Berk's not here?

At the sh**ting range.

Checking whether Sermihan's
g*n could have shot Seher.

I'm sh**ting.

Inspector.

Fikret Şadoğlu.
He's also one of the department's

biggest supporters.

A pleasure.

The pleasure's all mine.

I've heard of you.

But I wasn't expecting this.

He was a bit of a flirt, too.

Tayanç.

-Hi.
-My son Tayanç.

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

The basketball player?

I'm still playing.

Good for you.

Hey, Haluk. My brother.
What are you drinking? Hand it over.

Hello, madame.

Hello. Welcome, madame.

How do you do?

Have you already been warned
about this place?

There's nobody around here you can trust.
Especially nit my father, Fikret Şadoğlu.

Isn't that right?

Yaşar.

Wow. The pride of the Şadoğlu
family has come.

You've had enough to drunk.

No. Not yet. I'll take some more.

Yaşar is too drunk. Take him upstairs.

Let go of me. Back off.

Yaşar. Let's go wash your face.

Alright. Sure.

Ladies.
Please excuse my brother. Tolga, ma'am.

It's a pleasure meeting you.

Pleasure.

Tolga is Fikret's oldest son.

Where were you?

Joe called with the time zone difference
and all. Everything's in perfect order.

The boy knows only his work.
They have no soul.

We were not like that when we were young.

Selin.

Have you found anything yet?

I couldn't get it to open.

It won't open.

It happens. Right? Don't stress about it.

His sentence will be over before we
even know it. You can ask him then.

He can open it when we hand him the phone.

Serdar come here.

Hey, brother.

I'm going to tell you something now.
Stop stressing out.

Berk's coming back here soon.
He'll have the results.

I'm worried. I think we're mistaken.

Listen, everything's good.
We know what we're doing.

We examined the closed
case files thoroughly.

We looked at the suspects
and all of the evidence,

until we uncovered the name of Sermiyan,
right?

But what are we doing?
And I brought you into this whole thing.

It's because of me you're involved in it.

Sofia left because of this mess.

But why bring Sofia up?

Berk. What happened? Talk to me.

Haluk, my whole team is at the graveyard.
Tell me what I'm doing here?

Right now we could be working on solving
Mr Hasan's daughter's m*rder case.

What am I doing? Explain it to me then.

Is it so I can listen to stupid pick-up
lines from your school friends and

their drunken sons? Absurdities.

Please,
Önem. We've talked about this before.

If you want to run a unit
like special crimes,

you have to see this as
part of your role now.

Really?

Yes, really.
And don't you dare forget about

the interview next week.

You keep reminding me.
How could I forget that?

And one more thing, it's Special Crimes.
Stop calling it the graveyard.

Yes, Serdar.

Inspector. The results are in.
Unfortunately, the b*ll*ts don't match.

Okay. Thank you.

-Inspector.
-Yes.

Remember, there's still one person

we haven't talked to.

MERT DURU - BROTHER

Listen, like I said before about

this specific subject,
it's got to be Hasan's call to make.

Help, help! Help my daughter! My daughter!

Help!

Please, help!

There,
there. She hung herself! She hung herself.

My gi-my gi-

Oh, my God.

Feriha.

Oh, my God.

-Canan.
-Is she breathing?

Oh, please answer.

-Nermin.
-Please! She's gone pale.

Nermin.

She's gone pale

Nermin.

Keep her away, please.

It'll be alright.

She's not breathing.

Hey! Come on. Come one, come on. Again.

Come on. Come on, dear.

Come on. Come on.

-Try again.
-Come on.

Feriha.

She hasn't been dead for
more than a few minutes.

Look at her arms.

Looks like she self-harmed before.

She's pregnant.

Are you kidding me?

Önem. Bring me the sharpest knife you can
find, okay? Check in the kitchen. Haluk,

there's anti-bacterial spray in my bag.
Get it.

I need you help. Hold her steady.

Keep holding.

Yes. You have to pull it gently,
please. That's it. Pull towards you.

Almost there. Exactly.

Keep it open.

Here we go.

Help me, please.

The knife.

Okay.

No heartbeat.
Hey, pass me the towel. The towel.

Ready.

I need something with a point, like a pen.

Take the ink out. The tube.

Still not breathing.

Graveyard.

Silent satan.

Inspector. Please.

Your hands.
I need to take a photograph of them.

Feriha, please tell me…we're alright.

Good news. Önem. The baby's alive,
but in critical condition.

Önem, it's so small. Only about 25 weeks.

I have to charge my phone.

Keep me updated.

Counselor.

What a mess?

Victim is Yasemin Turanlı.

The father is Murtaza Turanlı.
He's Şadoğlu's chauffeur.

The mother is Nermin Turanlı.
She works in the kitchen.

We just found the daughter
hanging from that pole.

Where was her father at the moment?

Özkan was looking for him earlier.
I guess to drive some of

the drunk guests home.
So, I haven't had the chance

to speak to him, yet.

And how are you doing?

Fine. I'm fine, sir. If you don't mind,

I would like to speak to some of
the party guests pretty soon.

What do you mean?

I didn't see anyone.

Because they've all gone home already.

What? But how could they do that?

Now, friends, we can't just
make people wait like that.

I'm sorry?

No, of course we can't. I mean,

who are we to make these big wigs wait,
right? And can you believe what that girl

did? It's just not polite.
I mean, deciding to die to die while the

party's still going. It's unacceptable.
And we want to make these people wait?

Well, then what about Fikret and his sons?

I'm sure you can understand that
they're very upset at the moment.

Yeah, I bet.

Too bad. Fikret knows me.
I'll just go and speak to him.

Serdar, that's enough.

I'm just going to speak to the man.

Fikret left. They're not here.

Not here.

Önem.

Do you expect us to keep those
people here for a suicide?

But it just happened.
How can you already conclude

it was a suicide, huh?

The girl hung herself.
She had scars on her arms.

Come on. Come on!

What more does it take

to declare a suicide?

Yasemin Turanlı's death is suspicious
until proven otherwise,

which makes this a crime scene
with all the suspects gone.

Since they're sent home
under the authority

of the former Director
of the Public Security

Bureau and the Deputy Chief of Police.
Bravo, you've done excellent work here.

Mr. Prosecutor,

question the staff and I'll see about
sending a list of all the guests.

If it's not too much to ask.

Sorry for your loss, Nermin.

I mean, what is there to say?

My girl's dead.

My own daughter died in front of me.

Well, I'm here.

Whatever her reason was, I'll find out.

But what does the knowing the reason even
matter now? She already hung herself.

Did your daughter have problems
that you know about?

No…no, she was studying for college.

The baby's father?

We didn't realize she was pregnant.
We hadn't known about it.

But Nermin, your daughter was six and

a half months pregnant.
You really weren't aware?

Yasemin was young and she
just made a mistake.

Right.

What about the father?
Was there a boyfriend, maybe?

She had a fiance. Rüştü.

Who is Rüştü?

-He works here. The gardener.
-Six-one to dispatch.

And does he live here, too?

No.

Where can I find this Rüştü now?

I don't know.

Özkan probably knows.

Rüştü Yalçın

DR. AHMET TEMİZELLER
GYNECOLOGIST

Captain.

Yeah. Come in, son.

What's the victim's birth date?

Selin will be able to help with that.

If you feel like waiting for a month,
she might.

Yes, but you know when you fail
to enter it three times…

Berk. The date?

August 13, 2005.

WRONG PASSWORD

DONQUIJOTE

Not kişot. Not Don Kişot.

Quijote.

What?

Don Quijote.
One of the most frequently misspelled

names in literature.
It's by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.

It's Spanish.

A Spaniard penned the book
in Spanish as expected.

It's impossible not to see the
victim being as a fan of him.

Don Quijote. You see,

this is the correct way it's
spelled and pronounced,

in addition to the body of evidence.

Alright. Alright, I hear you.

WRONG PASSWORD

Quijote? The hell.

Captain…
Captain, if you keep trying things…

we only have three attempts.
Then it will lock.

If the computer happens to lock,
you can explain it to the inspector.

What's the horse's name?

Rocinante.

Starts with an R.

R.

I must die silently.
There must be traces of

blood beside my mouth.

Those who don't know me must believe
that I was a woman in love.

Those who know me must see me as a victim,
and say how miserable she was.

The only question on our minds,

"how is it possible that nobody realized
this girl was six-and-a-half

months pregnant?"

My dear, Berk. Because it didn't work

for them to know. Right?

Any clues from the security camera?

The cameras weren't recording at the time.

Not a surprise. Anything from her laptop?

Nothing useful, Inspector.
There's work for school and a few movies.

Plus some stories that Yasemin wrote.

All right then. Or should we have another

IT expert take a look?

Serdar.

Just for time, I meant.

All we have is this poem to go on.

That's what I meant.

Orhan Veli's poem is called 'Suicide'.
Isn't it?

Yes. And then Yasemin committed suicide.

But if she left a poem behind
instead of one by Orhan Veli,

Cervantes should have been the author, no?

The doctor's card you found in the drawer.

Yasemin went in for regular checkups.

The address Özkan gave for Rüştü
belongs to an abandoned warehouse.

-Unbelievable.
-Social media accounts haven't

revealed that much. Rüştü Yalçın was a
former weightlifter. There are photos of

him, videos, and some quotes also, but
it's a little ostentatious.

Show them.

His last post was a month ago.

Engagement photographs
with the victim here.

Show me those.

Okay.

You know this Şadoğlu family because
of your father. Tell me about them.

I know this family.

But really, it's Özkan.

He's protected this family for years.
He looks out for them.

I know about ten years ago or so,
Fikret put a b*llet in the leg of some

guy who messed with his mistress.

Özkan interfered.
He covered things up and

cleaned up the case.

My God. Sure,

nothing emboldens you more than not
being penalized for the first crime.

Right. But I don't think this was

Fikret's first crime.

And his sons?

Older son Tolga.
Narcissistic, pushy, arrogant.

They put the family business in his hands.
He's hardworking.

Then there's Yaşar, who surely made quite

an impression already.

I recall.

Spoiled little sh*t.

Let's go and see.
Find out what they have to say.

Özkan. Look at him there.

Nice!

Özkan, how are you?

Inspector. Serdar.

Hey, brother.

We went to talk to you at the company,
but they told us you were here golfing.

Well, I'm retired.
It's Tolga's company now.

You forgot all about your Uncle Fikret.
You've stayed away for a while.

What do you mean?
I was there at the party,

but I couldn't seem to find you.

I felt so bad after what happened.
And my sons as well.

Nermin and Murtaza have been
with us for five years.

Yasemin was like my own daughter.

Great! Good to hear. You seem very well.
All that happened yesterday,

and you're playing golf here today.
Your handicap is?

How can I help your department, then?

Mr Fikret, we tried to get the address of

your gardener, Rüştü', from you.

Or actually,

your company but we were given the

location of a warehouse building.

Well, they must have made a mistake.
Rüştü. Reşadiye is the neighborhood.

I'll get you the right address.

That would be helpful.

Fikret, man.

What's this guy like? Do you know him?

I know him as well as anyone
might know a gardener.

Yasemin was like a daughter to you,
you said. So,

may I ask why you got her engaged to a
gardener who you don't know very well.

Rüştü is a relative of Fikret's.
He came here to live.

Maybe it's been seven or eight months now.

They are related, but you barely know him?

Distant relatives.
He and Yasemin were having an affair.

They asked to be engaged to each other.

Yasemin was happy about it, then?

Yes, of course. They wanted to be married.

Interesting. In this photo,

she doesn't seem to be very happy.

Here. Take a look.

Why don't you keep it?
Great. Have a good day.

Okay then.

Selin found Rüştü's location.
Hasan's on his way.

Selin? How'd she manage that?

Give her a break.

I meant good job.

How's the baby, Feriha?

Out of immediate danger, thank God.
But the next few days are still critical.

I haven't started the autopsy yet.
There is something I want to show you.

Okay.

Aslı, can you come here please?

Remove the sheet, please.

I want to show her back. Help me, please.

It's lividity.

Exactly.
Livor mortis. Double livor mortis.

Same thing on her feet.

She was laid on her back for ten
to fifteen minutes after she died.

Then she was hung.

Almost like someone tried to make
this m*rder look like a suicide.

Exactly.

Rüştü Yalçın.

Rüştü.

Insepctor, Rüştü is gone.

Hello? How can I help you?

Yasemin was my fiance.
I am here to take her.

Your fiance.

But how did you get in here?

She was my fiance and
I'm going to take her.

Just a moment.
Hey, Aslı. Call Önem, alright?

Ask her to prepare the
papers for Yasemin's

fiance -- to take her.
The papers. I'm going to give her to you.

I've come for Yasemin.

Okay, you can take her. Okay?
But I'm going to need you to calm down.

Let's be nice and calm. Okay?
Can you do that? Then you'll take her.

We were supposed to have a wedding.

I'm so sorry…for your loss.

We were going to have a wedding!

I'm sorry for your loss.
I'm so sorry. You're right.

I'm going to giver her to you. Okay?

Give me my fiance.

But I'm going to ask you to take a step
away now. Hey, look at me. Step back.

Please relax, okay? Calm down.

Give me my fiance!

The police are coming.
We've already called them.

They'll be here soon. So, leave now!

Yasemin.

You can't.

Police! Don't move!

Put your hands up!

Hands up!

Get down!

Down!

You alright, Feriha?

I am.

The footsteps at the scene of crime
are an exact match for the forensics.

True love cannot be forced.
It happens naturally. So, tell me then.

Why do you expect me to love you just
because you tell me that you love me.

I am Marsela.
I was born free and I chose the solitude

of the roads to live free.
I'm a sword standing all alone

at an isolating flame.
If it's hope that fuels desire,

I haven't given anyone

even a shred of hope.

Bravo.

Congratulations to your friend.
Attach her ribbon now.

This inspired Yasemin's story.
Don "Quix-oh-te."

Don Quijote.

Right. I'll remember that.

Yasemin wrote about a girl who tries
to escape from her ordinary life by

attempting to become a traveling knight.

Yes, and?

So, Selin says this story could be the
motive. Marsela is actually Yasemin.

Rüştü is the rejected lover.

Perhaps he r*ped the girl.
And then he k*lled her.

Inspector.

Rüştü.

He's a weightlifter.
A weightlifter who was suspended

for steroids, Inspector.

Berk. A question worth top points,
but answer concisely. Anabolic steroids,

what are the side-effects?

Hypertension.

What else.

Coronary syndrome.

-Next.
-Acne.

Next.

Oily skin.

-Next.
-Cysts.

Next.

Infertility.

What's that?

Azoospermia.

Found this at Rüştü's house.

Teucis.

Teucis.

And?

Used to increase sperm count.

Exactly.

Alright,
it's about time we take Rüştü's statement,

isn't it? Hasan, start recording.

Serdar.

Inspector.

Sofia's leaving was upsetting
to all of us,

but you're the only one who's punishing
someone for it. Stop it.

Selin.

Hand in your g*n. To Hasan.

You'll help me with the questioning.

Hurry up.

Yeah.

You're not the father of Yasemin's baby,
Rüştü.

I know that.

The doctor said it…

Told me I wouldn't.
He said I need medication.

That's why you m*rder*d Yasemin?

No.

I didn't m*rder Yasemin.

At the scene of the crime…

where Yasemin was found,

we discovered your footprints, Rüştü.

Inside Yasemin's house where
she was hanged. Why is that?

What were you doing there?

We had a fight. Earlier.

In the garden, so I needed to see her.

Why? You wanted to take revenge?

No. To apologize.

What for?

The door was open, I just walked in…

and she was there.

She was right there, hanging…

like some angel.

It was all my fault.

She had ended things.

I kept putting pressure on her.

She told me she'd rather die.

When was that, Rüştü?

When did you get engaged?

About a month and a half ago.

Mr. Fikret called my grandfather and said,
"Rüştü, we have a girl for him."

That's why I came to Istanbul.
You know? I wouldn't have otherwise.

I wasn't going to come.

Mr. Fikret said I would
work as a gardener.

They gave me some money.

Money they said was for…

For what?

To spend on wedding expenses.

Who gave you the money?
Was it Fikret who did it?

No.

Özkan gave me…the money.

Okay.

When did you learn about the baby?

After Yasemin broke up with me.
I cried. I told her not to leave.

I just kept on pleading with her.

Then she told me that I would
not want to marry her.

She said because she was pregnant.

From someone else.

I guess she was embarrassed.

She was too embarrassed to speak.
I told her it didn't matter to me.

Who is the baby's dad?

All because of me. All because of me.
All because of me. All because of me.

All because of me. All because of me.
It was all because of me.

What a fool I am?

Rüştü.

I'm such a fool. I'm such a fool.

Stop doing that. Look, Rüştü.

Calm down. Calm down.

Drink.

Okay. Thank you.

Alright.

Stay calm.

Yasemin was special to you.

Right? I understand.

Okay.

That's why we need your help right now.

Can you help me? Will you?

Now, answer my questions. Think.

When she ended it.

Yasemin.

Fikret must have said something.

He didn't say anything.

Think hard.

Well,

Özkan was the one.

Özkan.

Yes.

He got angry and said what?
What did Özkan do?

He was shouting. Really yelling. I tried.

And do you remember what
he was shouting about?

No, I don't remember.

Yes, you remember.
Think hard. Help me, please.

Alright.

Mr. Özkan said to Yasemin,
uh, "if you won't get married,

an ab*rtion is your only choice."

That's what he said.

Thank you, Rüştü.

About a week ago Özkan Yaşin forces
Yasemin to go to the gynecologist.

As you see in the footage Mr. Prosecutor,

Yasemin tries to run away
about ten minutes later.

We don't know what they talked.

The doctor spoke out when
we questioned him.

Özkan offered 500 grand
to perform the ab*rtion,

but Yasemin refused the procedure
at the last minute,

as she was six-and-half-months pregnant.

Mr. Prosecutor,
the topic we're focused on:

Who is the father of Yasemin's baby?
Our suspects are Özkan,

Özkan Yaşin, Fikret Şadoğlu,

his sons Tolga Şadoğlu and Yaşar Şadoğlu.
For some reason,

Fikret Şadoğlu told us a lie this
morning at the golf course.

He told us that Yasemin
and Rüştü were having

an affair.
They both really liked each other.

He said he helped them
out by arranging their

engagement and Özkan confirmed all this.

So what are you saying?
That Özkan had an affair with

someone his daughter's age,
got her pregnant,

tried to marry her off
with but she refused the

arrangement?
Then she refused an ab*rtion,

so he decided to k*ll her in
front of hundreds of guests?

Not at all.

Özkan Yaşin is most likely the person
who actually k*lled Yasemin Turanli.

But I don't believe that
he was the father.

Özkan Yaşin has a record of covering
for the corrupt Şadoğlus.

This nonsense again.
Come on, for God's sakes,

we're talking about a
perfect officer here!

No, Haluk. Don't start with me.
You know exactly what I'm referring to.

Are you talking about when Fikret Şadoğlu
shot the man, Mr. Prosecutor?

There was an incident about five
years ago. At Şadoğlu Holding,

there was a suspicious death.
Özkan was thought to

have removed evidence.

But you know full-well,
he was cleared of all that.

Let's just say it was concluded
after he quickly resigned.

Well, I've heard enough of this nonsense.

What's the conclusion in the file, sir?

A decision not to prosecute.

May I have that file?

You already do.

All of the unsolved case files are…

Right here. In the graveyard.

Hasan!

You should speak to Mert.

Thanks, see you later.

Shame, honor,
custom. Whatever name you give it,

hundreds of women in our country,
and the world over,

are m*rder*d in the name of such excuses.

Or else they are forced to commit suicide.

I am Sude Özülkü.

I am Can Uzun.

On our first episode of this podcast,

we'll share the stories of women who have
been m*rder*d using the excuses of shame,

honor, and family pride.

How our first episode starts.
How does it sound?

It sounds great.

Bravo! Bravo, dear. It sounds great.

I'm very proud of you,

my love. Who's that guy?

Oh, seriously now?
I'm sharing something I made with you,

mom, but your first question's, "oh,

who's that boy now?"

I want to know if he's from your school or
what? That's the reason for my question.

Am I not supposed to be curious?

About what? He said his name is Can Uzun.
Should I get his ID,

so that you can do a background
check or what?

If you have questions,
ask me about my work.

And you always wonder why
I don't share with you.

That wasn't the only reason.
I wonder about everything, Sude.

I'm curious about the work you do.
I'm also curious about your friends.

I'm your mother.
Being protective of you is normal.

But what are you protecting me from?

I can't believe I have to repeat it.
The world is full of maniacs.

Great,
so here we are, discussing maniacs again?

Nevermind.

You're still a baby,
though. You have no idea about the world.

You're saying that to me?

Yes, Sude, to you.

Well, one of those maniacs you constantly
talk about actually tried to m*rder me,

I should remind you. Did you forget?

I'm aware. Alright. Thank you.

That's all I'm going to say.

Look, mom. The men you deal with

are the worst examples.

There aren't only monsters in this world.
There are good guys as well.

Can. He's a good guy, then?

Inspector.

Come in, Selin.

What's up? Nice. Thank you!

Enjoy.

Thanks.

You look worried.

This job is not for me. I can't do it.
I thought I could manage it, inspector.

You'll say that I'm new and soon I'll
get better and that I'll catch up soon,

but the person who I took
over from was just

so successful. This job is not for me.

Well,
I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

Everybody has different strengths
and faults, Selin.

I don't expect you to be Sofia.

But I need you to find your
strength and find yourself.

Just a moment.

When that day comes when you get stronger,
if you haven't changed your mind,

then I'll consider what you've saying.
But for now, well,

I don't want you to leave
because I believe in you.

We'll talk more.
I promise. But I have to get back to work.

Thank you,
Mr. Prosecutor. Sorry to make you wait.

What a stomach! Like a garbage compactor.

The minister's son is in the
hospital with an IV drip,

but nothing at all happened to him.

Anyway, thanks for your time.
Let's not make our chief officer wait.

What's happening? You called me in.

Alright, I won't deny it.

I made a terrible mistake.
A mistake that shamed me in

front of my whole family.

Then you will confirm an
affair with the victim?

Correct. It's my baby.

Then I guess we can procure
a sample of the chief's DNA.

Hold on a minute.

I won't provide a sample.

You got it all wrong.
We don't need your permission.

Berk, come in.

So, if your little game is over,
I'll be leaving.

Lale Çetin. Five years ago,

she fell down twenty flights of stairs
during a party held by the Şadoğlu

Holding company.

Do you remember?
Do you, Özkan? Oh, pardon. Chief.

First, it was called a suicide covered up,
but then after pressure from the public,

the fall was investigated.
The conclusion was that, well,

Lale Çetin was pushed down those stairs.
Does that sound familiar?

When the investigation started pointing
towards the Şadoğlu family, suddenly…

suddenly the outfit that the victim
was wearing up and disappeared.

And for some reason,
the same day it disappeared,

you just happened to be
in the evidence lockup.

Do you really expect me
to listen to this again?

Yes, Chief Özkan.
That's exactly what we expect from you.

To listen.
Fikret Şadoğlu r*ped Lale Çetin,

and then afterwards,
he k*lled her by pushing her

down twenty flights of stairs.
And you hid the evidence.

Yasemin went through the same thing.
Yasemin didn't stay silent.

Yasemin couldn't be silenced.
So, Fikret Şadoğlu k*lled her.

And this time with a baby inside.

You charging me?

Not just yet.

Önem. Önem.

Chief Özkan. Why are you rushing off?

Chief Özkan!

Recognize these words?

One's conscience is one's own police.

I remind you that you swore to apply the
laws of the Turkish Republic in all ways

to each citizen after the values of
impartiality and equality for all.

Same as everyone in this room!

What happened?

You don't take it seriously, right?

And you can still smile?

Have a look, everyone. He's right there,

so have a good look at the
chief you admire so much.

He has sold off his professionalism and
honor for some worthless sum of money.

And you can't pretend otherwise.

EMİNE DEMİR WAS KIDNAPPED
AND k*lled ON HER WAY HOME

SHE WAS FOUND IN THE WOODS
AFTER A POLICE INVESTIGATION

TO LALE ÇETİN

I painted this one for seven-year-old
Zelal in Batman.

Her dead body was found
in the coal storage room,

hidden under sacks full of coal and wool.

Sakine Yılmaz.

Shot dead by her boyfriend in front of
her own children at her İzmir home,

because she tried to leave that boyfriend.

How sad her expression is.

Lale…

she was my sister.

Ma'am, my name is Önem Özülkü with the
Special Crimes department. I'm here…

to talk to you about Lale Çetin.
Your departed sister.

My departed sister?
She was m*rder*d, officer.

I know. That's the reason I'm here.

You kidding me? You come here now?

I know my sister doesn't matter to you,
alright. Please go away.

Yaşar.

Wow, Serdar.
Sorry, but my father isn't here right now.

Tolga's coming. You can wait for him.

We're here to speak with you.

Yasemin.

She was different,
you know? Different from everyone else.

Brave.

Friendly.

She couldn't be pushed around.
She was my only friend in this prison.

Yaşar, five years ago,
a girl was k*lled at your company.

Why are we talking about an old case?

We think the same might thing
happened to Yasemin, Yaşar.

What do you want me to do?

Listen, kid. I know you.
Alright? You're different than them.

We're asking for your help.

You don't know what my father and Tolga
are like. They're completely untouchable,

even by you.

But nobody is untouchable.
You should know this.

Will you please help me?
Will you please tell us who the father is

who got Yasemin pregnant?
If you know, will you help us? Will you?

Yaşar.

Okay…

Tolga, sir, can we have a word?

We won't talk about a thing without
the presence of my attorney.

Hey, let me ask you something.
Just something I've been wondering myself.

Because I'm curious.
A private question. Tell me.

A young girl was k*lled right here
in this enormous Şadoğlu house.

But there's nothing on
television or social

media, not even in the newspapers.
So, how'd you do it?

Serdar.

What happened was truly…

tragic. But I'm responsible for thousands

of hard-working employees.
I will never allow a matter like this

to all over television. So, brother,

if you're accusing me of

protecting my employees

and their families, that's on you.

And you, too.

Özkan, hello.

Kid. What's up?

Excuse me.

You forgot about your dad again,
off with your friends.

Sir, are you in some kind of trouble?

Don't mention it.

I promised my son,
"I'll give you the old car when

you get back from vacation."

But promise me one thing.
That'll you will keep it maintained.

Promise? You're the only one I trust.

I-is something happening?

Okay, you take care now. Goodbye.
Son, you know I love you very much.

Commissioner.
The last signal from Özkan came

from a tower near Akbaba village.

Özkan has a house there.
His mother left it to him.

Ambulance and the team are on their way.
Hasan has been alerted.

Police!

Going up stairs!

Clear!

Chief! Chief Özkan!

I AM SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING

A grief was born last night.

In as short a time as
the length of my skirt,

my rebellion grew so immense within me.

I moved beyond my body.
I migrated to the other realm.