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"Sleeping in the Grave"

Lieutenant Nuri!

Come here. It will get cold.

No wraps left, so I put it into pita.

No problem. Do you have any ayran left?

Yes, it's on the table.

Chief Seyfi.

My father gave me some money.

So I think about buying a government supported apartment.

They even make a discount.

That's the only way to own a house these days.

Hopefully.

-Where are you from? -Giresun.

Why would you buy an apartment here? Buy one from there.

You are here today but you will be somewhere else tomorrow.

Don't settle yourself here. Am I wrong, Chief?

It's destiny, Lieutenant.

I'm just saying because apartments are cheaper here.

So I should start somewhere.

Yes?

Say it.

Damn. Where?

Okay, we are on our way.

Something bad happened.

That's how it always started.

Chief Seyfi always said, "Something bad happened."...

...whenever there is a homicide.

I asked one day...

Isn't there something even worse?

There is. There is something worse than death.

Mine is...

...just a habit in case we can't find the murderer.

I guess because we have a responsibility to find them.

They found the body of a young boy.

The missing boy who has been the talk of the town for days.

I didn't know that much.

For me it all started with the chief cursing.

Fuck this.

I came here eight months ago.

Chief Seyfi was the head of this place.

For years he worked in big cities like Istanbul and Ankara.

He was the first one to talk to me.

I don't know much about politics whoever comes, goes.

My business is with criminals.

So...

Who named you Nuri Pamir?

They named you after a soldier.

I said no, it was a street name where we lived back then...

...he saw my mother first there, that's why my father named me this.

He said, "Good for you. If you are your father's son...

...then you have a personality, you aren't hollow."

That's when I felt close to him.

Crime Scene Investigation

He fits the description.

He is just like our missing boy. Tayfun Kalaycı.

He is only 10, God damn it.

Sodomy.

Then he was killed by crushing his head with a rock.

How long he has been here?

He was killed roughly 12 hours ago. Then he was left here.

The murderer isn't left-handed.

True.

-What else? -I found sawdust under his nails.

Let's check carpenters and furniture shops, Nuri.

Could this be a specific rock?

Does it seem like polished rocks used as accessories?

I never thought about it but I'll check in that respect as well.

Syrians did it, Chief! Syrians!

Don't worry, we'll catch him.

They are seasonal workers.

Has anything like this ever happened?

They are all a pack of dogs.

This isn't about flags, this is a murderer.

You are at wrong here.

You are shouting here, people can hear you...

...they'll think it's true.

He isn't Syrian or anything. Stop speaking nonsense.

What do you mean wrong? Everybody knows, don't they?

Has anything like this ever happened?

How can you know? Who works at the homicide, us or you?

Because I was born and raised here.

Where are you from? -Lower that hand!

Nuri.

They are good and cheap workers when needed...

...and then they are patriots all of a sudden.

He doesn't know shit. Just talking aimlessly.

Flapping his jaw, that prick.

Motherfucker.

They are all like him.

I thought Chief Seyfi didn't speak because he wasn't respecting me.

After getting used to each other, I thought he liked to listen.

Then I figured it wasn't the case either.

After a weird coincidence I found out neither were the case.

Living here is like sleeping in a grave.

That's what she told me.

She said this to my face.

Living here is like sleeping in a grave.

Right when you are about to feel something...

...right when you think it can work out...

...she tells you this.

Living here is like sleeping in a grave, she says.

She wants to save herself in Istanbul.

I didn't have anywhere else to go, Chief.

What she said struck me so bad...

...I wanted to come and have a heart-to-heart talk with you.

Nobody is in there at this time of day.

Really?

Seyfi comes home very late.

His wife went to Ankara the other day.

We are together everyday at work, Chief...

...but you are not going home.

Then I understood I didn't know who you were talking to.

Müesser packed all of her stuff and left.

What do you mean left? She left for good?

She couldn't get used to living here.

And I heard them argue couple of times.

I believe she left for good.

Will Müesser come back?

Go inside, son. Go.

I see.

No, Lieutenant. He didn't demand a transfer.

If Captain Seyfi, he would have give his petition to me.

-Okay, this is between us. -Okay, sir.

Be careful.

Lieutenant, the boy's parents are here to identify the body.

Damn.

Okay, inform Captin Seyfi as well.

And sir...

...we told the Commissioner as well...

...there are some people outside creating commotion.

Okay, inform Captain Seyfi anyway.

-Bro, bro look at me. -Yes?

Have you found the killer?

We will find him, don't worry, okay?

Stuff like this never happened here.

Find the reason why it happened too, okay?

We will find that too.

Why are you getting rid of me?

I'm saying something in the name of humanity.

What are you saying, bro? I understand you are grieving.

Tell me if you know anything about the homicide.

If not leave us to do our jobs. Are you family?

I am not. Does it matter?

What do you mean? You can't stay here if you are not family.

Really? What is your name?

What the hell? Take him away! Fuck off!

-You have power over me, right? -Okay, don't wait here!

I told you a million times to not get into arguments with the public.

For God's sake!

How is the family?

I couldn't get to them because of the jerks at the door.

My condolences.

I believe you are the parents of the child?

And you identified him?

We signed the papers.

My condolences again.

I'll say something. The Governor's Office doesn't order but asks...

...because we worry there will be a scene...

...is it possible to delay the kid's funeral...

...or make it without notice...

I want my boy's remains at once.

Of course, your child's funeral is our funeral as well.

We will find the killer as soon as possible. Please don't worry.

If we hear the thunder, we know to pray to God.

Of course, of course.

The boy leaves the school and gets missing.

The last people who saw him were his classmates.

If you ask me, he went together with someone he knows.

His house and the school are ten minutes apart.

Nobody has seen or heard from him. The story's been all over the news.

Do you think there is something about his father?

He is an instructor at the technical school.

He is religious.

It doesn't seem like there is something about him.

Chief, we received an information from the high school.

We took someone in. -What are you saying?

About the boy who got murdered.

-Who is it? -A construction worker.

Affan Kerami. Syrian.

He's been living here for three months.

He works at the underpass construction.

What about his criminal record?

Good. You can understand Turkish well.

We have an interpreter here anyway. We'll communicate. Don't worry.

Tell him.

I understand, I understand.

He learned it pretty well.

Good.

Ask him, where did he see the kid? Where did you see him?

Children... Ball... Football.

Where?

By the high school.

What were you doing by the high school?

I live there. I rent with friends.

Where is the apartment?

You know the old Armenian houses behind the high school?

Armenian houses? What are you talking about?

You know people come here from Ankara to take pictures.

Post them on Facebook and such.

Forget about Facebook now. Ask him...

...did he see the boy near the apartment?

Yes.

Did he know Tayfun Kalaycı before? Ask him.

No.

He says, "We always play football in the field by the school.

We saw them playing." He went to the kid...

...and when the kid said he was supporting Galatasaray...

...he said, "Cimbom is the greatest."

They didn't talk anything else. Everyone was there.

-Who is everyone? -Friends.

Are they all Syrians?

No. There are Uzbek people as well.

He says, there are seven people living in the house.

Are these all his stuff?

He had clothing as well, but this is all.

Did you check his phone?

They checked. It's an old model. A wreck.

At what time did he leave work?

He was working during the time. I mean at the time of murder.

Why was this Affan brought here?

Store owner by the high school filed a complained about him...

...to the nearby police station.

And the guys took him in.

How is Müesser, Chief?

She is fine.

We are working here.

But it must be harder to settle here coming from a big city.

It's even harder for a woman since they are always at home.

Captain asked us to drop by him, Nuri.

Come in.

Welcome, Seyfi.

Thank you.

So, how is it going?

There is nothing so far, Commissioner.

But they brought someone in?

It seems like he is unrelated to the case.

He was working at the construction...

...during the time Tayfun was murdered.

How so? Someone reported him. He was seen talking to the kid.

He came here to work. People are making a fuss about it.

No, Seyfi. It doesn't happen for no reason.

Let's keep him in custody for now.

Meantime, you do your job. Keep your research going.

Let's keep him.

This city is not Istanbul or Ankara.

His funeral will be a big scene.

Do you have any idea how many calls I got since this morning?

Let's figure it out.

Work hard. Let's put in overtime. Okay?

Wait. How is your wife?

You said she couldn't get used to the city.

Did she get used to here?

What other choice does she have?

Then I understood she didn't just leave the city...

...but she left you too, Chief.

The store owner reported him.

The store doesn't go anywhere.

Let's check the school.

Youngsters ganged up, Chief.

Should we stop working?

-Peace be with you, kids. -Peace be with you.

Are you going to take over our job?

With the bats and all?

After a coward murdered that little boy, we couldn't sit idle.

You're right but it's our job.

What is your name? -Harun.

Harun...

We are dealing with the issue. Okay?

Just feel at ease. Don't think about it.

We can't feel at ease. If I can be of any help...

...just tell me and I'll be there.

We can't just stay like this.

And we know these faggots' addresses.

Wait, who are you talking about?

They come here and play football.

They can't come here and play football.

This is our neighborhood.

We said we didn't want them here.

What happened? That little boy lost his life.

We know things.

Did you know the kid?

No, I didn't know him.

But I know the unbeliever who did this to him.

Then tell us.

I already told men from the police station.

His name is apparently Affan.

Nothing is certain yet.

They told us the store owner made the report.

It has nothing to do with the store owner.

That hobo spoke with the kid.

He was looking behind the kid.

How was he looking at him?

He was giving off dirty looks.

How do you know about this Affan?

No, I don't know him.

They were playing football here.

I told them, "You can't play football here."

I told them to fuck off. Why are we feeding your mouths too?

These people couldn't even protect their own country, Chief.

-Did you fight them? -Fight? They wouldn't dare.

I'll fucking bring the whole city piled up here.

Easy.

Have you ever seen this Affan with the kid?

I told you, I saw him looking behind her.

Looking doesn't prove anything.

Has anyone else seen it?

No.

Look here, tiger.

What if that Affan you are obsessing over...

...was working at the construction site...

...at that time, what's going to happen then?

Looking is one thing, killing someone is another.

How do you know he was alone?

Maybe he kidnapped him and his friend killed him?

Listen to me. It is easy to think about these stuff...

...but you need to prove it.

I will. I will prove it. I will find who did it.

Now that's our job, champion.

Okay? You can't solve it with bats and other stuff.

What if you beat down an innocent guy?

Go on. We did a nice talk.

I don't want to see any bats anymore.

Don't loiter here.

Do you know this Affan?

Sometimes they buy eggs, bread and stuff like that from us.

They are Arabs. They are cheap workers.

Does he have any prior incidents? Any fights or something?

I fear God, I didn't such a thing.

-Did you see him with the child? -I never did.

What is these youngster's problem?

With the bats and all, saying, "We won't let them play footbal."

What can you do? They don't have any work to do.

They need to occupy themselves. They are full of life.

What is the problem otherwise? They both can play it.

-Who is Harun? -He is my nephew.

He is a good kid but he couldn't stay in school.

He is going to have his military service in two months.

He gave Affan's name to the police.

I named myself as the reporter...

...because I was afraid for his future.

What gives? Was my nephew rude to you?

No, I asked because you said they were full of life.

Anyway, good work.

You too.

Something bad happened again.

It happened. They burnt the tents of seasonal workers.

A fight broke out. There are wounded.

Something more than a bad thing happened.

-It is going to get bigger, Chief. -It already did.

First, they roughed up two workers...

...and then marched to the tents in search of Tayfun's killer.

I's gotten bigger when workers fought back.

Look at this.

Let's go, Nuri Pamir.

Don't protect killers! Give them to us!

Don't protect these assholes!

Take it easy! Easy! Don't do it!

Don't protect killers!

Don't protect killers!

Please, calm down!

Seyfi...

Some superiors are here. Do you have anything?

We are searching, Commissioner.

The Governor's Office keeps calling, asking about security.

What are you saying?

Obviously these events have something to do with the murder...

...but as you know this is something else.

I know these things as well. What do you suggest I do?

Should I leave it to counter terrorism?

Come in and tell the man.

I don't want them to call me from Ankara.

Do you have any suspect?

You are saying you have, then what are you waiting for, Commissioner?

Do you want the people to attack the police station?

Here you have. You must be hungry.

-Thank you. Is this chicken wrap? -Just eat it.

Thank you.

On the house?

Yes, on my house.

Were you waiting for a Beyti Kebab?

On the house.

Will it be over once the Governor's Office send them away, Chief?

They came here to make money and now they return empty handed.

What if the murderer is one of the ones who is leaving?

What then?

I made a wrong call one day.

Nobody around me thought I was doing wrong.

They agreed with me.

I saw that if something is approved by everyone...

...it doesn't count as wrong.

That's when I stopped beating myself up.

Justice is a slave to time, Nuri Pamir.

It keeps getting fucked.

Seyfi, we are transferring Affan to Ankara.

They can do whatever they want with him there.

Under these circumstances, it seems like the best choice.

You prepare your report, I'll make the phone calls.

We can say...

...we transferred the suspect for the sake of his well-being.

It is uncertain what can happen here tomorrow.

What are we going to tell them if anything happens?

We can write it off at the papers somehow...

...and it will disappear. Right? Right.

-What about the real deal? -What is it?

Tayfun Kalaycı. We couldn't find his killer yet.

Of course. We are not closing the case.

We'll take care of it. After it settles down.

We'll find his killer too, don't worry.

Give the killer to us!

Affan got transferred to Ankara for his well-being.

They will set him free there.

We wrote the report and the Commissioner will make calls.

This is the right thing to do.

It didn't end there.

Bastard! Fuck off! Fuck you!

Son of a bitch! Fucker!

He was stabbed while being taken to his first trial a week later.

He died quickly because of the stab wounds to his liver.

We didn't speak when we received the news.

I never had chicken wrap after.

Nobody knew why I didn't.

I'm off, Nuri.

Let me give you a ride, Chief.

No, thanks. I'll walk a little.

I want to have some air.

Homicide Bureau

I followed you, Chief.

That's how I discovered the hospital you visit every day.

Then I saw the girl who was in intensive care unit.

I found out you shot her by mistake in Ankara...

...and asked for transfer after she is brought here.

I can't live here. I'm used to living in a big city.

Everyone can see you here, everyone knows you.

Living here is like sleeping in a grave.

Damn it, Chief.

You were the one who is sleeping in a grave.

Al-Fatihah for God's will.

-My condolences. -My condolences.

-My condolences. -Thank you.

I am Police Captain Seyfi from Homicide.

I don't want to speak.

It doesn't do anything but make me remember my suffering.

But you are here.

I want to share your pain.

Haven't you found a killer?

Tell me what you think.

That Syrian who was killed wasn't my son's killer.

The killer benefit from the things that happened, not my son.

Do you want me to say more?

I agree with you.

I think so too.

Tell me the rest.

There is nothing else.

I'll find that killer. I'll catch him. I promise.

I heard these words too many times.

You would have something by now if it was possible.

Let's stop empty words.

Look at me. That killer is in town.

He'll show himself again.

Mister Seyfi, look...

Thank you. You wouldn't come here to tell me all this...

...if you weren't feeling remorse.

But think about it...

...because I am thinking about it...

...you're telling me he will show himself, what if he won't?

Then let it be my burden.

If I can't catch him, let it be my shame.

You are giving me hope, brother.

Don't tell my wife the things we've spoken.

I won't tell her either.

I don't want her to feel pain once more.

Then this conversation is between us.

I stand by my word.

Nothing much changed afterwards.

We continued to live like we always lived.

The girl who was sleeping in a grave called Tülay.

She was telling me all about Istanbul.

A bunch of things I don't care about.

There is no sea here in the first place.

You can't feel the sea breeze on your face.

Not even that, you can't even feel the humidity here.

I miss the screams of seagulls.

They were setting up new rules in the Bureau.

We were listening.

My friends, this is harmful. This is a poison.

This thing kills people.

You, the Turkish police must be an example...

...to the public in every way.

You will not smoke. You will not use it.

I will start investigations!

That's it! I don't want anyone smoking in my building!

Understood?

Chief Seyfi was reviewing old cases...

...looking for something similar to what happened to Tayfun.

Sawdust indicates the killer was related to carpentry.

He kept the kid at a workshop.

He was missing for a week, he needed to keep him somewhere.

Maybe at a furniture shop?

Tayfun, Age-11 Killed, Killer?

I used to tell myself, I wouldn't say there is crime and criminals.

I won't look at life from that window.

Now?

I am not that strict anymore.

Something happens and another thing happens...

So I keep going.

You're right at one point.

I mean, I used to say if I look at everything like a cop...

...what I do will take over me, I didn't want that.

I wanted for a girl to say, "You are nothing like a cop."...

...when I meet them the first time.

There aren't any girls, anyway.

There are a couple of nurses, and teachers...

Social life is the bomb.

I hope I'm not boring you, Chief.

No, tell me.

It is already a small town.

There is nowhere to go, nothing to do.

-Enjoy your meal. -Thank you.

Yes?

Yes.

He is with me.

Okay, we are not so far from it.

We'll be there in 15 minutes.

My phone is off.

What happened, Chief?

-Something bad happened. -Something bad.

That's where we found Tayfun.

-I know. -10 months ago.

-Is the victim a child? -No.

-Anything fishy? -Orhan!

Chief, they called the station in the morning.

We came here on a report.

They gave the exact address of this place.

Do you mean the killer called?

Did he roll down from above?

They nailed the body to this slope.

What do you mean?

He was nailed through his arm.

Do we have an ID?

Tamer Gürbilek, born in 1992. Lives in Tekin neighborhood.

What is the time of death?

Approximately midnight.

There is nothing personal on the body.

It's highly possible he was dead before he was brought here.

There is no blood around.

He may be carried in a plastic bag.

Why was he nailed here?

What is across from here? There isn't any shit.

What message is he trying to give?

Does he have sawdust under his fingernails?

No.

Are you saying this one is related to Tayfun, Chief?

We found both at the same place.

What message is this?

Are you a poet or a fucking killer?

He isn't from here, his place of residence is in Ankara.

He came here three months ago.

The apartment isn't on his name.

Who owns the apartment?

Peace be with you.

We are here to ask about Tamer Gürbilek.

Peace be with you too.

What is it? Tamer is in Ankara.

When did he leave?

I guess he left on Wednesday, it's been three days.

Why did he leave?

He went there to deal with some paperwork for the company.

He is from there. He was supposed to take care of it and return.

Why did it take so long?

Would any paperwork take three days?

I don't know. He may be on leave.

Did something happen to him?

Why, can something happen to him?

No, it's just when you said you were the police...

How long have you known this Tamer?

He is my friend from the army.

He was a solid friend.

I told about him to Mister Abbas and he hired Tamer.

That's why he moved here.

If you ask "Who is this Abbas?"...

...he was one of the commendable businessmen of our town.

Someone asked for it and he furnished our conference room...

...from chair to curtains.

What do you mean Tamer was a nationalist.

Who is not a nationalist in this country?

Stop telling stories, tell me what was his occupation?

He was Mister Abbas's bodyguard.

Chief didn't put out the cigarette he lighted until morning.

Fuck the homicide you commit.

Is there anything specific about the nail?

-No. -Everyone is screwed up.

Stuff like this didn't happen in my city, Seyfi.

Dead guy was Mister Abbas's bodyguard.

It was found on a report, Commissioner.

There is something... -Shut up.

What does it have to do with Mister Abbas, Seyfi?

Tell me about it.

I don't know yet. It may be related to Tayfun.

How could it be related?

The boy was found at the same place.

He nailed the man he killed towards the city.

He wanted for people to know what he has done.

He phoned and asked us there.

So you are telling me there is a connection between...

...the dead boy and Mister Abbas's bodyguard?

Well, I can't say they are unrelated.

Seyfi, you have been going over files for months, months!

And yet I didn't say anything.

Then somehow you put Tayfun and Mister Abbas in the same pot.

Do you know why the holidays gets extended?

Not because people are too tired and need time to rest.

So the money can go into circulation.

And who is Mister Abbas? He is an entrepreneur.

He has thousands of workers in the city.

He is the only one in this town spending money for his country.

Someone got killed 10 months ago, it is something else...

...and now somebody else got killed and it is another thing.

If you are going to talk to Mister Abbas keep this in your mind.

I can't afford to make...

...such valuable people nervous for no reason.

Mister Abbas, about the boy who worked with you, my condolences...

...our friends are here to ask a couple of quick questions.

I saw this same garden in Switzerland...

...I found the designer and brought him here.

This is the house my father was born in.

So I told myself I deserved this beauty.

I'll bring it so my fellow countryman can see it as well.

They can see it and believe they can succeed.

I don't know people who worked with me anymore.

I'd know if it was 30 years ago.

But unfortunately I don't know them anymore.

10 thousand, 15 thousand people.

I don't know any of them. I don't even know their names.

They say doing gardening makes our hands dry.

We were created from dust and to dust we will return.

It isn't our hands that are getting dried, our souls.

See what I'm going to tell you... I'm not taking your time, right?

No, sir. Could it be possible?

We long for these conversations.

Good.

People are wearing colors, not clothes.

They are buying noise, not cars.

They eat the name of the restaurant, not the food.

They live in vanity not in houses. Even their modesty is publicity.

I'm tired of the quirkiness of pseudo-intellectuals.

Organic farming! Just get some dirt into your hands!

No, they'll have to announce it.

You came all the way here...

...but unfortunately I don't know the boy who died.

Tamer Gürbilek, he was your daughter's bodyguard.

How do you know that young man, my daughter is not even here.

What you are telling me is of course possible. How?

He may have been on the lookout...

...when my daughter is going somewhere.

You didn't say anything.

Right. I listened.

People think steppes are desert lands.

They get sad when they can't see a pine tree.

When you are free one day, let's talk about steppes.

Good. Steppe means stubbornness...

...creating something out of nothing...

...to be content with what you have.

When I'm free I'll ask for you and we can speak, why not?

How can you ask that without my permission when you are with me?

You scum! I can make your life a living hell!

I'll fuck your past, you arrogant bastard! Shut up!

I swear he is lying!

I swear he is lying! His daughter is here.

Why are you still talking? Seyfi, what the hell is he talking about?

He is a young boy, feeling restless because we couldn't ask questions.

Everyone will know their place, Seyfi. You spoil him.

Well, we couldn't ask any questions either.

He said he didn't know him.

He may be hiding his daughter too.

Come to me afterwards and tell me it isn't true.

Why are you acting so cocky?

Seyfi, this man isn't in our weight class. Do you understand?

Tomorrow he can call a couple of places...

...and I'll confront them.

Maybe he didn't want to show his daughter who studied abroad...

...to three men? What of it?

Do we have a reason for the murder? Do we?

In this country people kill each other because they cheat in a game.

Am I wrong?

Okay.

Okay, I accept there is something fishy about the whole ordeal.

There's been a murder then they nailed the man to the same place.

Bring any police chief here, they will all tell you the same thing.

But this man is different, Seyfi.

I think so, too.

If he is related to murder then he will be a whole more different.

Did I say that? I'm saying something else.

I understand. I'm also saying something else.

You reek, Seyfi. Did you hear me?

You reek of cigarette-smoke.

Look, I want this city to smell like roses.

I don't want any murders happening here.

So I can be care free. Do you understand?

What the hell?

He is clearly saying not to touch him.

Mister Abbas's daughter is here. Everybody knows her.

She is something like the garden he brought from Switzerland.

I mean beautiful.

She looks like she doesn't belong here.

People know her.

I'm here, Chief.

Who is that girl?

Dilara EroÄŸlu, Chief.

Why are you grinning?

You are new in town that's why you don't know her.

Stop it, I ask because she has an army with her.

She is Mister Abbas's daughter.

One of the natural beauties of the town.

There was an hotel Dilara EroÄŸlu frequently visited.

It was like Istanbul in this city.

We waited there. They said she would certainly drop by.

She didn't.

Captain Seyfi said that people love money...

...but they didn't love the rich.

Someone will eventually talk.

According to this waiter...

...Mister Abbas's daughter and Tamer were even lovers.

Your army friend had a relationship with Miss Dilara?

I don't know.

Stop lying, how can you not know? Aren't you his friend?

Why am I here?

You were the last person Tamer called from his phone.

-What did I say to him? -Why don't you tell us?

Did they go to Ankara together?

I don't know anything about Miss Dilara.

And what you are saying isn't possible.

Then tell us what you know.

I already did.

Why didn't Tamer tell you about his relationship with Miss Dilara?

There isn't any relationship.

Leave the "there is, there isn't" thing behind.

We have phone records. Save yourself from trouble.

We are just having a conversation.

I want my lawyer.

I won't speak any further.

Do you have a lawyer?

Would you like them to help you out?

The company will handle it.

Let's say Tamer fell victim to a ruthless killing.

Let's say he was silenced...

...because of something about Abbas and his daughter.

Then how is it related to Tayfun?

What is the message or the signature?

Hang on a second. Let's go over them one by one.

Forget about Tayfun for now.

Let's focus on this homicide.

If we can get to somewhere then we'll include the other one.

Alright. Then I'll go head on.

Abbas didn't think the asshole working with him was a match...

...with his daughter so he took him out.

But why turn it into a show?

Abbas could do it without us knowing if he wants.

Nobody knows Tamer.

Maybe he did it with a moment's anger.

I don't buy the whole flowers, bees and the positive vibes thing.

This murder isn't something like that.

We should find Dilara.

We can't get anywhere without talking to her.

I come here sometimes to exercise.

You asked who could know Tamer, Chief.

Serkan must have known him. -Why? Is he the local authority?

-The man, welcome. -How are you?

-Welcome, Chief. -Thank you.

This is who Serkan is, Chief.

He knows you even though you don't know him.

No, it's just a small town.

Obviously we know who you are, Chief.

Do you know him?

Yes. Why?

His name is Tamer.

10 points. We need his girlfriend.

What can I say?

It's a small town Serkan. You know where the lovebirds fly.

There is a place called Yoncalar. People who have cars go there.

Tamer told me they went there with Miss Dilara.

They were last here a month ago.

-Did they have an argument? -No, nothing like that.

-Do you know Miss Dilara? -I do.

-Was she here recently? -No.

I was going to ask about it. They asked in the morning as well.

So I was worried if something happened to her.

-Who asked? -Her father.

-Mister Abbas? -Yes.

Miss Dilara is a good customer of ours.

So she really is missing.

Then why Abbas didn't tell us her daughter was missing?

Are you saying this is her account?

I don't know, Chief. She is a beautiful woman.

But she never posted her own photos.

Look at her follower count.

What are you saying, son? Is this page Dilara's or not?

I don't know, Chief. There are some grass, an olive tree...

...what is all this?

What the hell an olive tree doing in the steppes?

And she doesn't have her own photo.

Slide down.

More. And stop. Up.

Stop.

But I know this tree.

This tree?

I'm sure this is Dilara's car, Chief.

She left the door open.

She must be paying a ton of taxes for this thing.

She left the keys on the car, as well.

She ran out of gas.

-Isn't that... -Lover's Hill, Chief.

The one Serkan was talking about.

Come with me, Nuri.

Miss Dilara!

Calm down! Don't do it, Miss Dilara!

Don't get close or I'll shoot myself.

Dilara, don't do it!

Don't. We were looking for you. We are here for you.

Look. We are the police. Calm down.

He says police.

When did Mister Abbas had policemen of his own?

He has policemen.

What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

Do your job and catch the killer!

Don't you have enough power, huh?

Don't you have enough power?

Don't do it, Dilara!

Don't.