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THE PORTRAIT OF BEAUTY

I’m Oktay, from the Homicide Bureau.

-Hello. I’m Özgür.
-Hello.

Please come in.

Come here, Alin.

Please wait outside for a while.

Come with me.

Go away!

CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION

How did it happen?

Two days ago, he was found
dead in this room.

We couldn’t find any evidence
of a break-in on the doors and windows.

We haven’t received the blood test results yet,
but it seems he was rather loaded.

He stabbed himself in the throat with a knife.

Could you please cover that?

I’m sorry. Crime scene
investigation hasn’t finished yet.

Ms. Nisan, did your father have
any violent tendencies?

No.

Didn’t he ever get angry?

Didn’t he ever lose his nerve?

Not that I’ve witnessed, at least.

My father was a distant man.

He was just a normal father.

So why did you run away from home?

You were sixteen.

I found the missing person notice
your father issued for you.

Nisan Ürkmenoğlu. Isn’t that you?

I was an adolescent...

An adolescent!

Is that it?

Oh well.

What’s going on here?
Are you interrogating me?

No, of course not.

I just wonder how much you know
about your father’s life.

I’m sorry. You’re still mourning.

I’ll talk to you later. Don’t go anywhere.

Mom, have we become rich now?

No, dear.

Were you cross with grandpa?

I wasn’t. We just didn’t meet much.

How did grandpa die?

There was an accident.

Go to sleep now.
We have a lot to do tomorrow.

But I’m not sleepy at all.

I’m so glad to have you.

I love you too.

Art questions
both the good and the bad parts of life.

Asil didn’t believe in love at all.
He loved to depict evil.

And that’s why he was always alone.

Sorry.

I don’t even know what to say.

I’m so sorry. We’re all shocked.

Your father meant a lot to me.

If I’d known this would happen, I wouldn’t
have left him alone for a second.

Darling, Levent is a close friend
of my father. He’s a gallery owner.

Özgür, my husband. He’s a painter too.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you, too.

I don’t know what genre you work in,
what your style is, but...

...this is quite ironic.

You must be hungry.
Shall I get you something to eat?

No, I’m alright. Thank you.

Nisan.

It would’ve been nice to bring a few of
your father’s paintings from the studio.

Why? This isn’t an exhibition.

I wanted to talk to you about that.
Your father and I were talking about...

There won’t be an exhibition, Levent.

-Why not?
-It would be disrespectful to his memory.

Nisan, listen. Up in the studio there
are many paintings waiting to be sold.

Levent, I don’t care about money. The paintings
belong to me now, and there’ll be no exhibition.

Excuse me.

-I shouldn’t leave her alone.
-Wait a second.

Do you love her very much?

My wife? Well, of course.

Good, so persuade her for this exhibition.

Because Asil had decided to sell The Portrait of Beauty. We
announced that it’s for sale.

I’m sorry, but there’s nothing
I can do to help you.

Why not?

Nisan can’t think straight right now.
She’s very emotional.

So you want me to prepare an exhibition
with you, secretly from Nisan?

Me?

You don’t have to decide now. Think.

Call me when you’ve changed your mind, okay?

I won’t change my mind, Mr. Levent.

I won’t go behind my wife’s back.

Have a nice day.

Shit.

A step to the right, madam.
Sir, could you please get closer?

Ready!

-This is not a simple suicide case.
-Sir, closer please.

Sir, the woman might know something.
She might be hiding something from us.

-She might know something about his past.
-What proof do you have?

How do you know she’s hiding something?
You’re up to the same shit again.

You drink up and imagine things.

Don’t let me catch you there again.
Close that old file. It’s all over.

-Could you get closer too, please?
-Asshole.

That’s good.

-I drink up and imagine things! Bastard!
-That’s good. Ready!

Welcome, darling.

They called about the meeting. I’ve completely forgotten. Sezgin
would’ve given the translation to someone else.

That meeting will have to wait for a while.

What do you mean?

It looks like this will take more than a few days.

The lawyer couldn’t get it done.

Didn’t you tell him we didn’t want anything?

-Not the house, not the car, nothing...
-Of course I did.

But it’s not all about us.
Your father left paintings all over the place.

Their valuation, and some stuff about the car...

Lots of things came up.

How long do they say it will take?

Perhaps a few weeks, or even months.
I don’t know.

So, are we trapped here?

“Trapped” is a bit of an exaggeration.

I might suggest staying in a hotel,
but that would be too expensive.

And we don’t know how long we’ll have to stay.

What can we do? We’ll need to bear it, right?

Since we’re staying here,
let’s make the best of this beautiful house.

Dad?

Is that you?

Dad?

Mom?

Alin! Look what you did! Wait...

I heard a terrible sound!

What sound?

Like nails scratching on wood.

You must have imagined that.
Listen to me.

This is an old house, dear.
It must be the pipes. Don’t worry.

It wasn’t. Someone was making that sound.

You must’ve been mistaken, my dear.

Once again, my condolences.

I’m sorry. I couldn’t come to the funeral.

But I made you some halva.
Maybe you couldn’t make any.

Let me serve it. Eat it fresh.
It’s a good deed.

What did you say your name was?

Hilal.

Hilal, thank you, but... Who are you?

I was the caretaker of this house.

Cleaning, laundry, dishes...
I took care of it all.

But I didn’t stay the nights.
Mr. Asil wanted to be alone.

I can continue to work, right?

I know this house very well. I know all about it.

Hilal, that would’ve been great, but we’ll be
leaving right after we sort out the inheritance.

It’s alright. Let me stay as long
as you do, and help you around.

I’ll look for another job in the meantime, okay?

We’re not doing very well financially these days.

Oh, I see.

Well, so I’m out of work.

Once again, my condolences.

Here’s what we can do.

You can stay in the house.
You can eat here too.

Once we sort out the inheritance, perhaps
you can pick a few paintings from the house.

We can perhaps sell them, or
we’ll get even somehow right?

Is that good for you?

So you think I can move
out of my own house?

Well, of course. You won’t
have to pay rent, then.

It’s good. It’s better than being unemployed.

So, I’ll go and make you some
foamy Turkish coffee.

It’s a huge house, sweetheart.
And we don’t know how long we’ll stay.

You shouldn’t get too tired, right?

I couldn’t turn her down.

You’re too obsessed with that painter
and her daughter. Just let it go.

Three years ago, I was on night watch one day.

We got a call.

Screams were heard from the painter’s house.

-So?
-So, I went to check it out.

The guy opened the door.

He didn’t let me in. He started swearing.

He was yelling, “What are you accusing me of?”

I said okay. I’m sorry.

I went to the nearest hospital.

I did some asking around, and indeed,
a girl came in that night.

I thought I’d get the girl to talk.

-I was sure she came from his house.
-There girl lay low, of course.

She fled when I told her I was a cop.

-Then?
-Then, I went to the chief.

I said, “Sir, this bastard is up to something.”

“I’ll go after this guy. I’ll give him a rough time.”

What did your chief say?

Fuck that chief!

Bastard!

Maybe there was pressure
from the top, or he was bought off...

...whatever. He placed the transfer
order on my desk the next day.

So that’s how you got shunted to Erzurum?

To Erzurum.

He said I damaged his reputation!

Bought off bastard! He was guilty,
and he had me shunted there too!

Three years.

I lived a shitty life there for three years.

Fortunately, someone killed
the guy, and I came back.

What do you mean? Didn’t he commit suicide?

Don’t be stupid. Who would
stab himself in the throat?

Something fishy happened
there. I’ll figure it out.

And I’ll fling it in the chief’s face.

Okay, enough of this. Cheers.

Dad!

Mom!

I saw you! You’re there.

Dad!

Alin...

Alin...

Alin!

Alin!

-Dear!
-There’s someone there!

What happened?

There’s someone there!

It’s nothing, dear. It’s over.

It’s okay, dear. Put your arms around me.

Let’s go. It’s over, dear.

There’s someone there!

-There’s someone there!
-There’s nothing here.

You know, I too was very afraid
in this house when I was little.

-Really?
-Of course.

And unlike you, I didn’t
have my mother with me.

You know what I did when I was afraid?

What?

When I saw something scary,
I used to shut my eyes and my ears...

...and say “It’s nothing. It’s nothing.”

And then I’d open my eyes, and really,
there would be nothing in front of me.

Would you like to try it too?

It’s nothing.

It’s nothing.

It’s nothing.

That’s it.

If anything happens,
if you’re scared, call out for me.

I’ll come to you right away.

Okay, dear?

It’s nothing. She must have had a nightmare.

It’s nothing. It’s nothing. It’s nothing.

Oh, Hilal! That looks delicious.

-It’s French toast, Mr. Özgür.
-No more “Mr. Özgür”!

Nobody who makes me French toast
can call me “Mr. Özgür”.

Okay, Özgür.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Thank you, Hilal.

But don’t fall in that trap.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

He’ll make you call him Özgür...

...and he’ll keep you working
in the kitchen all day.

Oh, come on.

I’m a reasonable man. Drink
your orange juice, dear.

Hilal...

Are you any good at making moussaka too?

I’ll make it for dinner, Mr. Özgür.

Özgür!

What? I didn’t ask her to cook it.

-It was just intellectual curiosity.
-What’s this doing here?

What?

Get that out of here.

-Why is that here?
-I brought it from the studio.

How dare you hang it there!

You told me to hang it.

I didn’t tell you that!

Calm down, dear.

Ms. Nisan, I swear to God you told--

Don’t lie to me!

-Nisan!
-Where did she find it? Why did she hang it there?

It’s not her fault.

Is it my fault, Özgür? I didn’t tell her.

Do you believe me or her?

I believe my ears. You told her to hang it.

We were in the kitchen, for dinner.
Do you really not remember?

I can’t have said that.

Why not?

Because I burned that painting when I left!

I scared Alin. I’ll check her out.

MOM IS LYING

Alin.

It’s nothing. It’s nothing. It’s nothing.

Alin.

Can I come in, dear?

Alin?

Why did you lock the door? Open it.

Will you always stay here?

Alin?

What’s your name?

Alin!

Alin, please open the door!

Who were you talking to?

To her.

But I told you, the pipes
can make such sounds.

You imagined it. I told you.

It wasn’t just the sound.
She wrote there.

What did she write?

“Mom is lying”.

What?

She said, “Mom ran away,
but the nightmare isn’t over”.

-She said, “Grandpa stabbed his throat”.
-Enough! Shut up.

Mom doesn’t believe me.
She says I’m imagining things.

I do believe you. There’s
something in this house.

Maybe that thing isn’t bad.

It is bad, my dear. Those
things can only be bad.

She speaks to me.

Take this. With this on you,
she can never speak to you.

Nothing can hurt you. Don’t be scared, okay?

Özgür?

Özgür!

Özgür.

Özgür.

Özgür!

Do I have to talk?

I have a question. Can I just
ask it, take my drugs and leave?

Therapy is an important part of the process.

I hate this.

What?

This place. Being here.

This room.

The magazines in the waiting room.

Being treated equal to that man
with the crazy eyes in there.

What else?

Coming back.

What else?

Myself.

Why do you hate yourself?

Because while everyone else lives
normally, I have to take drugs.

When did your attacks first begin?

I’ve had them since childhood.

Why do you think they started?

I don’t remember.

They got worse with time.

Panic attacks, nightmares.

I left home early. I studied abroad.

I got married there. I had a daughter.

From my first husband.

Özgür is my second husband.

Good.

Come here! There!

Oh dad!

You’ve got to work for it.
I won’t make it easy for you.

But don’t hold me there!

There, there!

Did your attacks continue
throughout that period?

They had gone away. The drugs had worked.

But then, they started again.

When?

The night my father died.

What do you remember about your father?

Nothing.

And your mother?

She died when I was five.

You said you had a question.

My problem...

Can it be hereditary?

I mean, can my daughter
have inherited it from me?

There! Run for the ball.

Has your daughter experienced
something suspicious?

Dad!

She had a loss in the family at an
early age. She should see someone.

Have you taken her to a doctor?

Alin. What happened?

Nothing. I thought you were gone.

I’m not gone, sweetie. I’m here.

Yours is post-traumatic stress disorder.

The nightmares, the
confusion, the panic attacks...

In fact, I had recovered. It was gone.

You’ve had a troubling experience, Ms. Nisan.

Once we find out what it is,
you’ll be fine. Don’t worry.

Let’s start with a tranquillizer.

By the way, what do your daughter,
and your husband think about your condition?

He doesn’t know.

Come here. Let’s play
some more at home, right?

Come on.

Family support matters a lot in cases like this.

I think you should tell your husband right away.

Nisan.

Nisan.

Nisan?

Darling?

Darling.

I called your name about 30
times. Didn’t you hear me?

I didn’t. I was lost in thought.

Nisan.

Is there anything you’d like to talk to me about?

No, everything is alright.

What happened...

...in this house with your father, Nisan?

What’s this about?

I know, I said I wouldn’t ask.

But I can feel it. It’s about your father.

Özgür, I just drifted off for a minute,
and is that your conclusion?

You haven’t been feeling
good since we came here.

It’s work stress, dear.
The publisher is nagging me, you know that.

Okay, let’s get rid of that stress.

I found a camp for Alin in
Sapanca for next week.

-Why? Alin is alright!
-I know, darling. I know she’s fine.

It would be a nice change.
We’ll get away from here for a few days together.

No, I need to turn the translation in on time.

Never mind the translation.
I’m telling you, you’re not feeling good.

You keep wandering off. You can’t sleep.

You keep yelling unnecessarily.

We both know where this leads to.

So, I’m going crazy. Is that so?

Oh well.

Thank you.

You’ve really helped me.

Nisan!

By the way...

...I’d appreciate it if you asked me
before making plans about my daughter.

About your daughter...

She’s your daughter now?

Ms. Nisan...

Are you sick? Let me
make you some linden tea.

No, these are vitamins.

Don’t tell Özgür. He might get worried.

It’s nothing. It’s nothing.

It’s nothing.

Yes?

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Levent, it’s me. Özgür.

I’d like to talk about your offer.

That’s great. I’m pleased.

Let’s do this exhibition.

But it’s not about the
money. Don’t get me wrong.

So, what for?

To get rid of those paintings.

There’s something in this house
that’s bad for my wife.

That’s up to you, Özgür.
I had already started preparations.

I just need one thing.

What?

A letter of attorney from Nisan.
You’ll take care of that, right?

I’ll find a way.

Great. Let’s keep in touch.

Hello, detective. What are you here for?

For the paintings, of course.

I’m an art enthusiast.

How much is this one?

We’re not open yet.

Okay. How much will it be once you open?

-Ten thousand.
-Isn’t that too cheap?

-Sorry?
-Two broken ribs, a fractured femur.

Loss of vision in the left eye.
Isn’t ten thousand too cheap for all that?

How much will this one be when you open?

Let me guess that one.
Cuts on the back and the arms.

Second degree burn in the left leg.
And let’s throw in a ruptured spleen too.

It’s not easy to paint that kind of thing.

It’s easily worth thirty thousand.

Is it a crime to be sensitive
to the suffering of women?

No, I’m sensitive too.
That’s why I was asking, as an art enthusiast.

I like art. Art is good.

What about that one?

-I want a list of your models.
-Under what investigation exactly?

Detective.

Listen, I don’t know why you came here
or why you’re asking these questions...

...but if you come here again without
an official complaint, you’ll have problems.

Problems of the kind you’ve had before.
You must remember.

I’ll shove that complaint up your ass!

Don’t!

Özgür!

Özgür!

Özgür, help me!

Özgür! Özgür!

-Nisan!
-Özgür!

Özgür, help me!

-Nisan!
-Özgür!

There’s someone inside!

-Özgür, there was someone inside!
-It’s alright.

-A woman. She came out of the closet. She
followed me. -Nisan, calm down.

Where?

She was here!

Here!

She was there!

Nisan, there’s nobody here.

She was there! Really!

She walked up to me.

She came out of there, Özgür!

She was really there!

She walked up to me.

She was here!

There’s someone there!
There’s someone there!

There’s nobody there, dear. I promise.

There really was! I’m telling you the truth!

-There’s someone there! There’s someone
there! -Nisan, there’s nobody.

-Nisan...
-There’s someone there! There’s someone there!

There’s someone there!

Nisan!

There’s someone there!

There’s someone there!
There’s someone there!

Özgür, we must leave this house.

-Where to?
-Wherever. Let’s just get in the car and go.

I don’t care about the
inheritance. Please, let’s go.

We can’t leave now, darling.
This is a legal process, after all.

And we don’t have much money, Nisan.

Find a way.

Find a way. Özgür, I can’t take this anymore.

This house is no good for me. Please.

Why don’t you try to talk to me...

Okay, okay. I’m not asking.

Listen, I’ll visit the lawyer today.
I’ll try to expedite the process.

As much as possible. I promise.

Can you hold on until then?

I’m with you, darling. Don’t worry.

Ms. Nisan.

You’ve left the water running.
I took care of it.

-Hello, welcome.
-Hello. Can I have a filter coffee?

-Right away.
-Black, please.

-Here.
-Thank you.

Enjoy it.

Ms. Nisan.

-Hello.
-Hello. I was going to call you today.

Are you alright? You look a bit tired.

Have a seat.

Thank you.

I guess you haven’t had much sleep.

No, I’m alright.

That was silly of me.

How can one get any sleep in that house,
after all that happened there...

I told you before.
Nothing happened in that house.

Oh, of course.

Except your father committing suicide.

Listen, I didn’t care about my father
when he was alive, and I don’t now.

Understood?

-Don’t ask me anything about him again.
-Even if he was murdered?

What are you talking about?

Not much, Ms. Nisan.

But I wish you talked to me.

Who might have wanted to hurt your father?

Or, may your father have hurt someone?

There were many complaints along those lines.
They were all silenced.

But you seem to know
something. I can see that.

I don’t know anything!

Don’t you find it strange?

One may shoot oneself in the head.
Take some drugs, or jump out of a window.

But nobody stabs himself in the throat.

Look, I’m only trying to reveal the truth.

Perhaps you were a victim too.

Did you run away from him?

Did you? Talk to me.

I must go.

Are the lists complete?

Yes, they are.

-You haven’t omitted anyone, right?
-It’s all done.

-Have you added Mr. Minister to the list?
-Yes, we have.

I told you, didn’t I? I said no exhibition!

How could you do this? How dare you!

Levent, let’s hang this
painting near the entrance...

What are you doing here?

-I...
-We’re organizing this exhibition together.

Özgür brought the paintings from the house.

Nisan!

Nisan!

Nisan, let me explain!

Nisan!

Let’s talk for a minute. It’s not like you think.

I did it for you. For you to get rid of them.

Who do you think you’re kidding?
You could’ve tossed them out.

Burned them. Given them to
someone. Why sell them?

They’re works of art!

They’re garbage!

Garbage!

They may be good for you, for my father,
for him. But not for me!

Enough, Nisan! I can’t take this anymore.
What happened with your father?

Why do you hate him so much?

For all I know, he’s a talented painter.
But he’s obviously something else for you.

My father was many things for me.

He was harsh, scary.

But he didn’t lie to me like
you did. Not a single time.

I’m not the only liar!

If you’d started the drugs again,
you’d have told your husband, right?

Did Hilal tell you?

Don’t be paranoid. I saw them in your bag.

Look, you’re getting ill again.

There’s only one thing that makes me ill.

This exhibition!

Him, you!

Stay way from me!

You understand? Stay away from me!

Nisan...

What do you want from me?

What is it you want?

What do you want from me? Who are you?

Who are you? Who are you?

The long-haired woman?

Alin.

Dear.

Don’t start this again. This
is not a good time. Please.

Okay. I’ll show it to you later, then.

What?

The photo of that woman.

The photographer brought these this morning.

She’s not in these.

She’s not in the photo with me in it.

She’s not in the one with me and dad in it.

This one. She’s only in the one with you in it.

Do you believe me now, mom?

Would you like to hear her name?

Vuslat!

How come you know it?

I’d like to see Oktay Bal.

-Second room on the right upstairs.
-Which one?

-Second from the right.
-Thank you.

This woman.

That’s her, Vuslat.

I saw her in the house back in the day.

She was young then, like in the painting.

She modeled for my father. I don’t know why,
but she’s been coming into the house again.

I’m sure she killed my father!

-Ms. Nisan...
-I saw her in the studio.

She just keeps walking around the house.
My daughter saw her too.

Maybe she has the keys
to the house. I don’t know.

-Ms. Nisan, please listen to me...
-I just want one thing.

Give me an officer to protect me.
Or, you come with me. Let’s go.

That woman died.

Vuslat committed suicide
20 years ago. She’s dead.

But I saw her. With my very own eyes!

She was in my house.

Look!

Vuslat’s autopsy report.

I had looked it up when
we got the complaints about your father.

The thing is, Vuslat isn’t
the only one who committed suicide.

Mr. Mehmet, who bought
your father’s first painting.

He murdered his wife, and then killed himself.

They returned the painting to
your father after the incident.

So many deaths. This is not normal.

Do you hear me, Ms. Nisan?

Ms. Nisan.

I was at the police station.

Don’t you remember how you came here?

I called you. I told you to come.

We’ve been talking for a while...

Okay.

I was planning to make you confront what
you’ve been suppressing, but I guess it’s a bit early.

Don’t worry. We’ll try another method.

I’m losing my mind.

No. If you trust me, we can overcome this.

-You’re under too much stress right now.
-I’m losing my mind.

Ms. Nisan...

Alin, come on. We’re going.

Where are you going?

I quit the exhibition.

You can talk to Levent about what happens
next. I’m taking Alin to the camp.

Özgür.

I may have overreacted.

But there’s something coming after me.

Alin!

What are you talking about?

There is something...

What?

Özgür, there’s...

...there’s some--

What, Nisan? What?

Özgür, there’s someone in this house!

There’s nobody in this house!

I’m leaving now.
Take a few days to get your head together.

You don’t let me help you.
At least let me help Alin.

Don’t go.

Don’t go!

Ms. Nisan...

I’m sorry, but I happened
to overhear your conversation...

Whenever I’m distressed
by something like that...

...when I feel the walls bearing down on me...

...I always visit the tomb of
a saint. I say my prayers.

Shall we go to Sultanahmet tonight?

What good would it do?

It will be good for you, Ms. Nisan.

It will relieve you.

There are mosques, tombs there.

We can pray all night.

Let’s leave this house tonight.

Okay.

You go and do as you say. Pray for me too.

You’re on leave tonight.

Will you stay alone?

I’ve been running away long
enough. I won’t anymore.

I can’t do that, Ms. Nisan.

I’ll stay with you, then.

Go, Hilal.

What if something happens?

God forbid!

I don’t care what happens.

I’m getting this over with tonight.

Good morning.

You were sleeping so deep.

I couldn’t wake you up.

Would you like to eat?

Ms. Nisan?

My phone! My phone!

Oktay. Oktay.

Oktay.

Oktay.

Oktay, forget everything I told you.

Good morning to you too, Ms. Nisan!

I found the killer!

Right. He’s lying in his grave.

No, I really found her! She’s here, in the house.

What do you mean?

It’s Hilal, the girl helping us!

She attacked me last night.

I’m alone in the house.

She’s downstairs. Please help me! Please!

Okay, I’m coming.

Alright.

Alright.

Alright, it’s nothing. It’s nothing.

What should I do?

What should I do?

Alin, I’m coming.

Ms. Nisan.

I brought you breakfast.

Ms. Nisan?

She’s inside! She thinks I don’t know.

Okay, you wait here.

-It’s her, isn’t it?
-It’s not.

What? What do you mean? Is that all?

She has a witness, Ms. Nisan. She was
with her friend at Sultanahmet all night.

But you have no proof,
except your own words.

But I saw her! She tried to kill me! I saw her!

She wasn’t here. I told you,
she has a witness. Please.

That... That photo.
You saw that photo of Vuslat in the house, Oktay!

Nisan, enough!

I had the photo analyzed.
It was the painting itself.

It was The Portrait of Beauty
in front of the window.

There’s nothing else I can do to help you.

I thought you were going to tell me something.
I thought you knew something, but I was wrong.

Everyone was right, and I was wrong. I admit it.

I give up. You need a doctor, not a cop.

No, I’m telling you, I saw her!

Oktay, believe me! I saw her! It was her! Please!

Please don’t go!

Why won’t anyone believe me!

Okay. I’ll call you.

Who are you?

Tell me, who are you?

Dad!

Who are you?

I can’t free myself from you,
even if I go to the far end of the world...

...and even if you’re dead, right?

What are you hiding from me, dad?

What are you hiding?

What are you hiding from me?

Why can’t I free myself from
you? Tell me, why can’t I?

Who are you?

Who are you, dad?

What do you still want from me?
What do you want from me?

What are you hiding?

What are you hiding?

What are you hiding?

What are you hiding?

When did you come home?

A few hours ago.

Nisan, what happened with Hilal today?

She’s been crying since I came.

Nothing.

Hilal, stop making that sound.

Hilal!

Hilal, can’t you hear me?

Hilal?

Vuslat?

(Speaking French)

My dear one! Haven’t you missed me?

Won’t you hug your nanny?

Nisan?

I won’t let you take me over!

Why should I take you over, my dear?

You’re already mine!

Nisan!

Nisan, what have you done!

She was going to kill me!

That wasn’t Hilal!

She spoke French! She said “You’re mine!”

The girl was begging you!

She was screaming “Stop!”
I came when I heard her screaming!

-It was you speaking French, Nisan.
-No, she was going to kill me! No!

That wasn’t Hilal!

They won’t let me see my daughter!

Özgür, please help me! Please help me!

-They won’t let me see my daughter!
-It’s alright.

Listen to me. Please, listen to me.

You have to be quiet now, okay?

You won’t go to prison.

Look at me. Look at me.

No...

-Okay, look at me.
-Oh no...

We’ll bury her.

I can’t! I can’t do that, Özgür!

Listen to me!

Listen!

Nisan, nobody can keep you away
from our daughter, okay?

They won’t let me see my daughter!

Okay, calm down.

Calm down.

My God!

Quiet!

Shit! It’s that cop.

Nisan!

Go to the door and stall him off.

Listen to me.

Go to the door and stall him off.
I’ll clean things up here.

-Okay?
-Go.

-I can’t!
-Nisan!

We’ll get out of this house. Go.

Folks!

I’ve come to you with happy news!

Good news!

Open the door!

-Özgür, I can’t go there!
-Nisan, listen to me!

Come on. Don’t let him in.

Okay? Come on.

I’ve come to you with some happy news!

Where the hell are you?

Where the hell are you?

Where the hell are you?

Hey!

Anyone at home?

It’s time to celebrate!

I’ve closed the file!

In this fucked up life of mine...

I thought I’d do the right thing just for once!

Good evening, Mr. Oktay.
I guess you wanted to see me.

-I came to give you some news.
-I heard that. You’ve closed the file.

Isn’t your maid at home?

I’ve been ringing the bell for an hour.

We’ve fired her.

Why?

Please excuse me.

Wait a minute!

What’s that stain there?

We painted Alin’s room today.
I mean, we were painting it.

So late?

Let me come in.

-This is not a good time.
-I’m not here as police. I’m here as a friend.

Mr. Oktay, please.

I’m cold. I’ll just warm up and leave. It’s so cold.

-It’s too late.
-Nisan, why? I told you, I’m here as a friend.

-I said please!
-It’s too late.

Do your superiors know you’re
here at this hour of the day?

After all that happened, I thought
we were on friendly terms.

You were wrong.

Unless you have a search warrant,
please stop disturbing us.

Otherwise, I’ll have to notify your superiors.

I came here as a friend.

Good evening.

Come on. Let’s finish this.

Is he gone?

Brother.

I need a favor.

I need you to look something up for me.

I can’t look it up myself!
They’ll find out why I’m looking.

The chief will get me in trouble.

You’re the man.

Nisan.

You can leave.

I’ll take care of the rest.

What shall we do now?

I must surrender to the police.

No, no.

Don’t be silly.

You need to be treated.

After that, we’ll find a way.

I’m a bad person.

You’re not.

You’re simply ill.

There are things you don’t know.

My father...

...he wasn’t a normal man.

I was so afraid of him.

Did he hurt you?

Not me.

The Women of Suffering.

That’s the series that brought him fame.

People thought he painted those women
because he was sensitive to their pain.

It was the opposite.

It was him who hurt them.

Vuslat.

I remembered her later.

Vuslat.

She died.

And you...

I’ve seen it all.

I listened to their screams. I did nothing.

Why didn’t you tell someone?

I was afraid.

I was alone with him in this house.

So many years...

How could you keep it to yourself?

I don’t know.

I thought I’d forget it.

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

It made me ill in the end.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

My dear.

Don’t be naughty when I’m away, okay?

You said you’d never leave me. You promised.

Alin!

You should’ve let me come with you.

I spoke to the lawyer.

It’s all ready. And here’s the letter of attorney.

Take good care of our daughter.

Where is this guy? He disappeared...

Hello?

Yes, it’s me?

Really? Okay.

Okay, okay. I’ll be there.

A woman called. She says Özgür left everything
to her. I’ll go and pick up The Portrait of Beauty.

Sorry, who are you?

I’m the wrath of the portrait.
I’m the price of your sins.

What! What do you want from me?

What is this? Will you kill me?

I’m not a killer.

But you are.

You’re feeling dizzy, aren’t you?

You can barely breathe.

Your heart is pounding.

You’re getting paralyzed.

Now, remember that dark
night you spent with Asil!

Do you remember?

Look up!

Look at my face!

You don’t want it?

I don’t want it!

I don’t want it!

Stop!

Stop it! Stop it!

Is this what you want?

Stop it!

Stop it!

That’s it!

That’s it!

She’s dead!

Brother, what have you done!

I sought beauty.

It turned away from me.

-Hold her!
-I can’t!

Hold her!

You’re losing your breath, aren’t you?

You feel like you’re suffocating.

I felt the same way when I was watching
you in that closet, Levent.

Levent!

Alright. Hold on, brother.

Do you remember me now?

Remember who I am?

You’re Vuslat’s daughter!

I was.

I was Vuslat’s daughter.

But I wasn’t alone in that closet.
There was someone else with me.

Bye bye.

Time for pills.

What is this? What am I taking?

Take it, Ms. Nisan. Don’t give us trouble.

No, this is not my medicine. What is this?

Ms. Nisan, perhaps you shouldn’t
teach me how to do my job, right?

Listen, I’ve been taking handfuls of
these pills for days.

My own pills are in my bag.
I left them to you. Go and check.

I won’t swallow this.

Tell me what it is.

I’d like to see my doctor. I
won’t take them otherwise.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Who prescribed you these pills?

My psychiatrist.

Ms. Nisan, this is not a tranquillizer.

What? What have I been taking all this time?

This is a red-list drug. A strong hallucinative.

Oh no! She changed my pills!

Ms. Nisan, calm down.

She changed my pills!

Wait a minute, you don’t understand!

I’ve been seeing all those things
just because of these drugs!

So I’m not losing my mind!

I’m alright! I don’t have to stay here!

Really, I’m fine! Can you
please call my husband?

Please call Özgür. Tell him
to come and pick me up.

-Or call Oktay.
-Ms. Nisan, I understand you.

But I’m the night doctor here tonight.

You can speak to Ms. Sevgi
tomorrow morning, okay?

Tomorrow will be too late. Please call
my husband and tell him to pick me up.

Because something is
happening out there. Please!

Ms. Nisan, your pills first.

I don’t have to take them. I’m not ill!

Can you please listen to me?
Listen to me! You don’t understand.

I’m not ill! This happened because
she changed my pills!

-Please call Özgür!
-Calm down.

-I want to get out of this place, please!
-Your pills first.

Please.

Please. Take your pills first.

I’ll take them.

I’ll take them.

I’m not feeling well right now.

I’m feeling sick. Let me go to the
bathroom, and then I’ll take them.

Please.

Okay.

Alin?

Do you like daddy’s paintings?

Shall we make one of you
too? Would you like that?

Come here.

Ms. Nisan?

Ms. Nisan! Are you alright?

She’s gone!

Taxi!

Step on the gas, please!

Here, buddy. The documents you wanted.

You finally turned out to
be right about something.

-Really?
-Are you happy now?

Dad.

Is it done?

Because I’m tired.

It’s done.

Would you like to see it?

There you go.

Dad!

What? You didn’t like your portrait?

Asil does it and he’s an artist.

When I do it, I’m a monster!

Nobody appreciates my art!

I do, my dear brother.

Is it done?

Mr. Levent is gone.

Poor man. I’m so sorry!

There’s one thing left to do.

Kill the girl. Put the blame on her mother,
and make sure she never gets out of that place.

I’ve got the letter of attorney.

Everything that guy earned
for killing our mother, it will all be ours.

Can I do the girl?

The girl is mine.

I'm her father.

Alin!

Okay.

Alin!

Alin!

Alin!

Özgür!

Özgür!

Do you like your daughter’s doom?

But, I killed you!

With this.

But me, I killed your father.

With this!

Alin!

Özgür!

Alin!

Don’t be afraid. I’m police.

Ms. Nisan! What’s up?

Don’t you believe in ghosts anymore?

I only changed your pills.

And then I walked around the house
in my mother’s guise. That’s all.

Poor fragile Nisan!

You were all set to go crazy.

I hung your portrait in the kitchen.

And I whispered a few things in Alin’s ear.

Well, that was so nice of me.

It looks like I did the hardest part.

There was little left for my brother to do!

Brother?

Poor Nisan! Do you still not understand?

You don’t, do you?

Little Nisan!

Where are you?

You never looked at that painting carefully.

If you had, you’d have seen it.
We are her children.

We are her revenge!

You can’t touch her!

Don’t be afraid. We’re getting out of here.

There you are!

Alin!

-Mom!
-Alin!

He’s coming!

My dear! Are you alright?

Look at me! Are you alright?

Look at me!

Are you alright? Look at me.

Go and hide in the closet.

Quick!

Özgür!

Özgür, I loved you.

I know you.

You’re not a killer.

So, you know me?

Could you ever imagine this?

When we were kids, we were dragged
from one police station to the next...

...those creepy night in orphanages,
when nobody believed us...

It felt like it would never end.

I’ve loved many people.

Had the painting of my mother not been put up
for sale again, I could even have loved you.

But I loved Alin the most.

It can’t all be a lie!

Özgür, we’ve been married for years!

I’m married to my hatred.
Don’t you understand?

I hate to paint.

But I became a painter for this.

I felt sick when I first saw you, but I married you.

I always wanted to strangle that bastard
of yours, but I became her father.

But now, I’m free.

Now I’m free!

Oh, but this is no good.

Where’s my daughter?

Don’t touch her!

You have a problem with me, not her.

She’s innocent. Don’t touch her!

She’s innocent!

Wasn’t I innocent too...

...when your father painted my mother’s death?

You should be thankful to my father!

Had it not been for him...

...your mother would’ve been...

...a poor woman in some shitty village!

She became the subject of the greatest
painting thanks to my father.

Fuck you!

You’re trying to tease me.

Hilal ended up paying the price, though.

Poor Hilal!

What are you talking about?

Look.

Hilal!

What will you do now?

You’re not a father.

You’re not a painter.

You’re not a husband.

And you’re no longer a brother.

Hilal!

What will you do now?

You’re nothing.

Mom! Mom!

-My dear!
-Mom!

-It’s over.
-Mom!

It’s all over. We’re leaving.

Get up. Walk!

Come with me!

Look at me! Can you make it?

Okay, we’ll get out of here.

Hold on. It’s over. We’ll make it.

Press hard on your wound.

Get up. We’re going.

Come on, hold on!

We’ll make it.

Oktay, come on!

We’re leaving. Come on.

Come with me.

Oktay, it’s over.

There’s one last thing I must do.

Stay here, okay?
Stay here!