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YOU CANNOT STEP IN THE SAME RIVER TWICE

FOR IT'S NOT THE SAME RIVER,

AND YOU'RE NOT THE SAME PERSON.

HERACLITUS OF EPHESUS

The global management is pushing us.

We can't risk the budget approval.

The presentation is almost ready.

You just need to polish
the introduction a bit.

The power is out. I'll call you.

My soul

A disembodied scream in the sky

Fear

The voice you hear in the shadows

Is my name

A lament was born last night

In a time as short as my skirt

My rebellion grew so vast within me

That I left my body behind

I passed on to the afterlife

"Every person is responsible to all
for everything."

Dostoevsky.

I brought the books you wanted.

So you're saying, "No one's innocent."

It's my fault. It's all my fault.

Uncovering the truth
comes with a price, Dad.

You shouldn't have been the one to pay it.

That man killed my sister.

I know you don't like to hear this,
but I had to do it.

No, you didn't.

I should have--

Stop dwelling on the past, Dad.

I'm responsible for you being here.

I should go now.

Dad.

Everyone is responsible
for their own actions.

All right, Kübra. Thank you.

Thanks.

Inspector Serdar.

Inspector Serdar,
I've been trying to reach you.

I'm Gökçe Ilgaz, from Public Order.

Some women in Istanbul reported
to the police

that they'd received boxes like these.

-It's concerning.
-Any murders?

No, Inspector, but--

If there's no murder,
there's nothing that needs my attention.

Rookie!

Deliver those to Chief Inspector Önem.

If you can convince her,
we'll take a look.

All right, sir. Thank you.

CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION SPECIALIST
BERK GÜLERYÜZ

INCOMING CALL
INSPECTOR SERDAR

Inspector Serdar?

What's up, you nutjob?

I'm good, Inspector.
How are you? We haven't talked in a while.

Good. Busy. How's Selin?

She's fine too, Inspector. She's working.

Good.

Get ready.

I might need you.

I'm whisking these eggs perfectly.

After whisking the eggs and honey,
we add the almond flour and cocoa.

Now the almond flour.

And we mix it well,
but be careful while mixing.

Now the cocoa.

We'll mix it gently.

We fold from the edges inward.

Not like that.

We'll fold it from the outside in.

Like this?

Sorry, Chef.

No problem, Chief Inspector.
Now you've learned.

I have.

It's worth dying for.

-Mom?
-Yes, dear?

Don't get me wrong.

We're having a great time together,
but are you going to stay home forever?

You don't want me home?

I do. You know that's not what I meant.

Oh, come on. Fine, let's say I do.

Pour it into the mold.

She couldn't mix it right.

Who is it?

Chief Inspector, I'm Gökçe Ilgaz
from the Public Order Division.

-Chief Inspector.
-Yes, Gökçe?

There's a situation,
and Inspector Serdar referred me to you.

The first report came in a week ago.

Tuğba found it at her door
when she got home from work.

Are all the addresses in Istanbul?

Yes, Chief.

And so far, three women have reported
similar complaints.

The boxes are tied with twine.

With their names handwritten on them,
they first thought they were gifts.

Are all the boxes the same?

The boxes and their contents
appear to be the same for now.

Childhood photos.

Taken from the albums in their homes.

Underwear.

The women confirmed
it's their own underwear.

And this is the last note they took

or the most recent message
on their phones.

Chief Inspector.

These women know they are targets,
and they are afraid.

They need us.

I see that.

Chief Inspector.

We need you.

Do these women know each other?

No, sir. For now,
there is no connection between them.

So no one saw anyone leaving these boxes?

No, they were all left there
while the women were out.

None of the neighbors saw anything either.

What's going on?

You're all huddled up during work hours.
What are you doing?

-It's work hours. We're working.
-Come on! Back to work! Let's go!

But we're already working, sir.

Really?

-What are you working on? Tell me.
-I will, sir. Please.

Someone is targeting women,
entering their homes, and leaving boxes.

Is there a homicide? No.

Is there? Nope.

Then there's no work to do, is there? No!

What do you want, Dad? What?

You want this graveyard
to end up covered in cobwebs?

I know you've been trying for months.

For months.

You did everything
to get this team back together.

So what now? Aren't we Special Crimes?

An opportunity has come your way.
Why are you turning it down?

Looks like you're quite eager
for Special Crimes to come back.

You're throwing away your chance
to do your own work!

Do you enjoy being the second-in-command?

-Does it satisfy you?
-I don't know.

What's it like being the number two?
Maybe you could tell me.

Director, sir.

Önem.

Welcome, Chief Inspector. Please come in.

We'll talk later anyway.

Chief Inspector.

Please.

-Hello, everyone.
-Chief Inspector.

-Welcome, Chief Inspector.
-Good to be back.

All right, where were we?

Well, Chief… The boxes.

What kind of person could have a problem
with all these women at once?

Or what kind of people?

Whoever this is,
they know these women very closely.

They can enter their homes
and access their phones.

-So you're saying it's organized.
-I'm saying it could be.

If they can get this close to them,

then why don't they
physically harm these women?

They want to intimidate them.

It's their way of saying,
"I'm watching you."

So at first glance,
their goal may not be to harm them.

But that doesn't mean
it will stay that way.

Exactly.

Then they are willing to play
this dangerous game.

They must have anticipated
that the women would go to the police.

They want to draw us into the game.

Gökçe, you'll follow up on this box case.

From now on, I want to hear
every single detail from you, okay?

-Understood, Chief. Don't you worry.
-Chief Inspector.

We've missed you.

I've missed you too, Serdar.

-We should start by cleaning this place.
-Yeah, let's go.

By the way,
your new haircut looks great, Chief.

I'd say I was inspired by Director Haluk,
but I can't bring myself to say it.

So let's say I was inspired by Serdar.

Come on.

-Coffee?
-Sure.

-Gökçe.
-I'm on it, Inspector.

GRAVEYARD
SKIN

Are you ready for a great dessert recipe
that's perfect for chocolate cravings?

Chocolate date cups.

Let's get started.

First, I put four dates

and one cup of coconut milk into my bowl.

I let it sit in the fridge for an hour,
and the consistency looks amazing.

You can top it with pomegranate seeds…

Serdar.

Are we sure the victim is Melike Erensoy?

Well, that's what her ID says, Chief.

Melike Erensoy.

The kitchen matches the one in the videos.

But it feels odd.

I mean, the house is
full of diet products,

but almost all of them are expired.

Chief.

The closet is full of size-zero clothes,
and they still have the tags on.

And there are plus-size clothes
on the other side.

Interesting. What do you have?

A memory jar.

She has collected a lot.

-Take this.
-Prosecutor.

Chief Inspector.

It's been a while. I hope you're well.

It has. I'm fine, don't worry.

Feriha.

What can you tell me?

It's hard to say anything definitive,

but I'd say she's been dead
for three or four hours.

Prosecutor, sir.

There are no knife or gunshot wounds.

But there are widespread petechiae
around the eyes.

She suffocated.

Could she have choked while eating?

I'm not sure because there's also redness
around the nose. Look.

Could be external trauma.

So for now,
I'd call it a suspicious death.

Chief, there are no signs of forced entry.

If we are dealing with a killer,
it's someone she knew.

Who found her, Serdar?

Her uncle.

Semih Karabağ.

Hello. My condolences. Mr. Semih, right?

Thank you, yes.

Are you Melike's uncle?

Yes.

After whisking the eggs and honey--

Is this your niece?

Yes. Well, we were altering
the videos a bit.

A bit?

When was the last time
you spoke to or saw Melike?

We spoke yesterday afternoon.

Then I got up this morning
and called her again. She didn't answer.

I had the meeting.
I called again, still no answer.

What meeting?

I'm also her manager.
We were to meet with a brand.

Manager?

Did you see anyone suspicious
when you came in?

I didn't. Who would do such a thing?

So you think someone did this.

No, I don't know.

I mean, when I came in
and saw her like this…

I don't know.

We need to speak with her family.
Have you informed them?

I told my sister.
She's on her way from Bursa.

Chief Inspector.

I'm Enes. The downstairs neighbor.

-So you know Ms. Melike.
-Yes.

Is everything okay?

Ms. Melike was found dead.

What do you mean?

What do you mean? I…

Did you see or speak to Ms. Melike today?

Yes, we had coffee together this morning.

Before I went shopping for the store.

-The store?
-I have an antique store.

Okay, did anything unusual
catch your attention?

I mean, she was just fine.
She was in a good mood.

She even said,
"It's going to be a great day. I feel it."

Inspector, my sister must be
a bit upset right now.

Could you please avoid
asking her harsh questions?

We know exactly what to ask when, Uncle.
Don't you worry.

I'll get that.

Come in.

I couldn't protect my daughter.

Who did this to her?

When was the last time
you saw your daughter?

I hadn't seen her in a very long time.

The last time was during Eid.

Why? Did you have a falling-out?

My husband is ill. He's bedridden.

I couldn't come to Istanbul often.

And Melike would always say,
"I have a shoot," or "I have a meeting."

We couldn't meet.

Did you see what she looked like lately?
Did you know?

I mean, I didn't know it was this much.

How much did it have to be
for something to be done?

Semih, how could you involve my daughter
in something like this?

You knew it too. Shame on you.

Whatever you say, you're right, sis.

Sis, listen.

Melike herself asked Oktay for this.

Who's Oktay?

Oktay is my son.

He's a computer whiz.

-He's in his room. Should I call him?
-No, Uncle. Come with me.

Come with me.

Shoot!

Don't let him get away… Don't…

What's up, Oktay?

I'm Serdar from Special Crimes.

Relax, take it easy.

I spent years playing Counter.

4-1. 1-5.

Those are so out-of-date now.

Of course.

But

classics never get old.

So you were altering the videos

to make Melike look thinner.

Is that correct?

It wasn't that bad, Chief Inspector.

She was still doing everything herself.

She handled all the shoots
and all communication with her followers.

She created the recipes herself.

A young woman shut herself away,

forced to hide herself.

What could be worse than that?

What could possibly be
worse than that, Mr. Semih?

Listen, two years ago,

we moved to Istanbul
after my son started university.

Yes.

Then Melike called me.
She was just starting out then.

She said, "Uncle,
could you handle things for me?"

I said, "Okay,"
and started setting up meetings.

At first, things were going well.
Then she started gaining weight.

As she gained weight,
the brands started pulling back.

And then…

You know the rest.

At first, she asked for minor touch-ups.

Slimming her waist and cheeks.

Then the more she gained,
the more editing she wanted.

It was hard.

But I did it.

Wow.

Well done.

It's genuine artistry.

And?

Did anyone else know what you were doing?

Only Enes. He's her neighbor anyway.

He knew because he was her neighbor.
No one else knew.

It would be bad for us if anyone knew.

Could someone have found out?

I don't think so. We would have known.

Okay, did anything happen lately
that upset her?

Or anyone who bothered her?

Melike was happy with her life.

Everything was fine.

Except…

Some brands gave us a hard time.

How so?

Things like, "The video isn't okay,"
or this or that.

What about…

Was there someone in Melike's life?

I think she had met someone,

but she just told me that they had met.

-I don't know.
-What do you mean? Who did she meet?

I don't know, sis.
She was a young woman. What can I say?

She just said she had met someone.

I don't know.

-Let me have that, sis. Thanks.
-Enjoy.

Are you sure you don't want any, Chief?

-Okay, thank you.
-Thank you.

Sorry, I'm going to smell a bit.

Enjoy.

I just… don't get it.

Why did Melike hide behind
something like this?

She didn't hide, Serdar. She couldn't.

In this country, all women are
constantly watched, observed, and judged.

Do you know what's worse?

The worst…

You learn to live under
all the watchful eyes, all the stares.

You learn to survive.

That's the worst part.

How have you been, Chief?
It's been a long time.

I'm fine.

I'm better now. That's for sure.

I've missed this.

How is Sude?

She's fine too, thanks.

She's a bit sensitive though.

She's been deeply affected
by what happened.

How could she not be?

Even we fell apart.

I can't imagine how Hasan is coping.

Chief.

-Do you think we made a mistake?
-In what way?

By chasing the truth? No.

Never.

But…

none of us could foresee
that it would come to this.

That may be our failure.

-Keep up the good work, guys.
-Good morning.

-Good morning, Chief.
-Good morning.

Chief, the most recent item
in Melike's memory jar is a wine cork.

It has yesterday's date and a "C" on it.

Could it be the person
her uncle mentioned?

I'm not sure, Chief,
but I'm still looking into it.

Okay. Anything else?

Most of the medications
she was taking were antidepressants.

She was seeing the same doctor regularly.

Medical Specialist Behçet Demiral.

She had struggled with obesity
since childhood.

Back then, her grandma used to call her
"my chubby one,"

but during adolescence,

those cute nicknames turned into
"fatso" and "blimp."

At first, she tried to lose weight
through exercise and dieting,

but she kept seeing
the same body in the mirror.

That eventually led Melike to anorexia.

For a period,

she was doing fine
with the help of therapy,

but last year, she lost her grandmother.

She tried to fill that void
by eating uncontrollably.

Was there anyone in her life?

Or anyone she recently met?

Not that I know of.

But Melike had stopped coming to
her sessions for quite some time.

I don't know whether she met anyone
during that time.

Why did she stop coming?
Did she say anything about it?

No.

Melike was trapped in her digital persona.

She had withdrawn.

And she was facing
these serious consequences alone.

What serious consequences?

She said she had been receiving

some disturbing and threatening messages
for about a year.

Chief, she gained thousands of followers
while she was struggling with anorexia.

They were all over her
while she starved herself,

and they bullied her when she ate a bite
and gained a little, is that it?

-I'm afraid so, Chief.
-What a time we live in.

I reached Melike's father.

He is in the hospital. He's sick.

He last spoke to his daughter
two days ago.

He said, "She was fine. She was happy."

-Have we found Melike's phone, Serdar?
-Unfortunately, not.

We need to find that phone.

Who is this "C"?
Who was sending threatening messages?

We need to find out all these right away.

The phone last pinged at 12:35 p.m.
off a cell tower near her home.

Nothing after that.

SIMGEAYDEMIR: IF I SPEAK,
YOUR LIFE WILL BE OVER!

Who is this?

"If I speak, your life will be over.
Especially your sponsored life."

-Who is that?
-Simge Aydemir.

She doesn't have
as many followers as Melike,

but I guess she's an influencer too.

And that's not her only comment.

You think she knew
what Melike looked like?

I don't know, Chief,

but she seems to have become
quite obsessed with Melike lately.

Let's meet her.

Ms. Simge?

Yes?

Chief Inspector Önem Özülkü.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

But what does this have to do with me?
I don't get it.

Ms. Simge, how did you know Ms. Melike?

From the Faculty of Fine Arts.

She studied art history, and I, ceramics.

But we haven't talked in quite a while.
It must have been a year.

Why is that?

I don't know, we just drifted apart.

Melike pulled away too.

She suddenly cut herself off
from everyone.

Didn't you wonder why?

To be honest, we thought she didn't bother
once she got famous.

I really don't know much, honestly.

Is this your profile?

Yes.

You haven't seen her in a long time,
yet you left a comment.

"If I speak, your life will be over."

So you do know something.

I just wrote that casually.

-It was for engagement.
-It didn't get any likes.

"Especially your sponsored life."

Do you have any sponsors?

Well, you don't have as many followers
as Melike, but I'm just curious.

Well…

I believe in quality over quantity.

And yes, of course
there are brands I work with.

And you worked with Ms. Melike too.

She even used your… What do you call them?

-Plates…
-Ceramics.

She was using your ceramic plates.

In fact, you made a name for yourself
thanks to her, right?

No. I mean…

I didn't make a name for myself
thanks to Melike.

I already have loyal followers.
I don't need her.

All right, then let's say
you needed the engagement

from the posts you did together.

But that engagement wasn't one-sided.

Sweetheart?

What's up?

What is this?

Stanford University.

That's great.

You're aiming higher.

I love it. Where did this come from?

I don't feel like I belong here.

Everything is messed up.

I just want high school to be over.

What's going on, Sude?

Who upset you? Tell me.

Something has happened. Tell me.

A girl had a breakdown at school today.

Why?

Someone cut out her face
and pasted it onto a nude photo.

Don't be ridiculous.

And they passed it around.

What kind of nonsense is this?

-Why?
-They said it was a joke.

-A joke?
-They keep doing stupid things like this.

And you never tell me about these.

Mom.

Am I a pick-me girl?

Absolutely not.

Of course not.

My daughter? Not a chance.

What is that?

Never mind, Mom.

Why should I?
Is that why you're checking Stanford?

Whatever.

It's still a good goal though.

Pick-me…

BOGLE SEARCH ENGINE

"Pick-me, female competition,
the patriarchy…"

WHAT IS A PICK-ME GIRL?

"A woman who puts down other women
for male approval

and elevates herself
through internalized misogyny."

You are definitely not that.

Sude…

The cause of death is asphyxia,

and I can say with certainty
that it was a homicide, Önem.

Petechiae, diffuse injury,
and edema in the soft tissue.

Does it mean
that she was smothered by something?

Exactly.

I detected silicone-based
elastomer particles

in the swab samples
I took from the facial area.

Silicone?

Like from a glove?

No, if it were a glove,

there would be collapse or crushing
at the nasal bridge

and more distinct marks on her face.

Besides, the particles aren't
just around her mouth and nose.

They're scattered across the entire face.

Could it be a mask?

Quite possible.

EMAILS SUCCESSFULLY LOADED

I've accessed Melike's emails.

Is there anyone
whose name or surname starts with "C"?

So her suffocation

has nothing to do
with the food on her mouth and face.

Her airway would have been blocked.

We'd find food particles in the trachea.

Also, the food doesn't match
the stomach contents either.

Then it's someone who knew Melike.

Someone who knew her vulnerabilities

and who tried to silence her
by attacking her weak spot.

There's no one related to "C," Inspector.

But I found this email.

Melike sent it the day before she died.

Ezgi Tandoğan. Open it.

-Who is Ezgi Tandoğan? Look her up.
-Sure.

"At first, I thought
you were paving the way

for strong, successful women."

"But now I realize that this is nothing
but a well-constructed image."

"You want everyone to fit your mold
and do exactly what you want."

"You say you empower women
and create value for them,

but that's all bullshit."

"You don't want women to be strong."

"You want them to fit the perfect molds
that you've created."

"You like controlling them."

"But tomorrow,
it'll all come out in the open."

"Your mask will fall too."

Inspector.

"Liva Flow."

What are these? Some slimming buzz?

It's a fit nutrition brand, sir.

Scroll down.

That one.

They'd been working together
for eight months. Then things went south.

Did Ezgi write back?

She didn't, Inspector.

What is it?

She put this in the jar
the day the lawsuit was filed.

"18-09."

She circled "Liv," huh?

"Tomorrow, everything will come out."

"Your mask will fall too."

One last thing, Önem.

There is trauma and abrasion
in the esophagus,

along with tears in the mucosa.

So someone tried to force
something down her throat.

Yes.

And I found that thing in her stomach.

If the lawsuit is ongoing,

it's normal that Ezgi didn't reply
to the emails, Serdar.

Maybe she replied in another way, Chief.

-Get up and get out of my office.
-No, I'm not getting up. Absolutely not!

-Security! Where are you?
-Call them.

-Let them come, okay?
-Aren't they here yet?

-So what?
-Get out!

You followed her all the way to her house.

You went there and persisted…

-And then you killed her.
-What the hell?

You killed her, didn't you?

-I got this. I'm a cop. Let go!
-You killed her!

-Let go!
-Murderer!

You'll answer for this in court!

-Hey…
-Uncle.

-Okay, Uncle! Calm down.
-Let go!

-Uncle, I'm here. Step over there.
-Look at this show-off!

Ms. Ezgi, calm down.
Would you like some water?

All right, madam. You may leave as well.

I'll leave when I want to.

It's my fault.

She said, "I don't want to
work with them anymore."

What's your deal?
Why say she killed her? What do you know?

This woman's demands from Melike
never seemed to end.

Then she filed a lawsuit.

She kept pressuring the girl.

Melike kept saying,
"I know what I'll do to them."

Why didn't you come to us?

I just came here
with the grief of losing Melike.

I think she found out she'd gained weight.

This woman had Melike killed.

Yes.

What exactly was your issue
with Melike Erensoy, Ms. Ezgi?

I didn't get the service.

I mean, I didn't get the service
that I paid for.

Instead of making up for it,
she asked for money.

She kept sending her uncle,
her manager, to ask for money.

She didn't answer my calls
or reply to my messages.

I even went to her home.
She didn't open the door.

-You went to her home.
-Mm-hmm.

That's harassment.

Absolutely not. I didn't harass anyone.
How can you say that?

For God's sake.
Everyone throws around that word now.

You label people so easily.

Okay.

What was Melike going to expose, Ms. Ezgi?

-What is this?
-Read it.

It's nothing. She was trying to
blackmail me in her own way.

Maybe she was going to expose
something about your brand?

Let me explain.

Liva Flow is a brand
that creates value for women.

We have a strong bond with our users.

Okay? Melike damaged that bond.

She harmed our brand identity.

I mean, because of her,
we couldn't fulfill our promises.

We ended up looking like liars.

Our sales dropped too.
Do you understand the damage she caused?

But you're already lying, Ms. Ezgi.

What? Excuse me?

I said you're already lying.

What's that?

Here. Take a look.

A fit brand. Carefully selected faces.

Let me ask you something.
How did Melike fit into that image?

Who is this?

What did you do when you found out
what Melike Erensoy really looked like?

This can't be real.
This… This wasn't who I--

Where were you at noon
two days ago, Ms. Ezgi?

You must be joking.
That's enough. You've gone too far.

Do you think I'm joking?

A woman was murdered.

I'm here as a Chief Inspector,
and you think I'm joking?

Fine.

You're right.

As a woman, the only way
to make yourself heard is

to raise your voice, right?

Answer my question, Ms. Ezgi.
I'm warning you.

Maybe we should call the gentleman
who came with you?

Because you seem a little too tense.

There's no need for any gentleman.

Is it because you're facing a woman
that you're being this aggressive?

You should think about that.

The uncle is odd.
It's not clear what he says.

What did you two talk about?

Chief?

The phone records show
family members weren't at the scene.

Semih, her uncle and her manager,

said he was in a meeting.

Her aunt Gülçin

and her game-addict son Oktay said
they were at home.

Simge, the ceramic artist, said,

"I was at the studio, working."

Ezgi was at her office at Liva Flow.

And then there's C.

Could C… be

the person her uncle said
she had recently met?

Maybe that's our masked killer.

The victim had been receiving threats.

But we don't know who sent those messages.
We're still not sure, are we?

Selin, anything about the phone?

Unfortunately, still no signal, Chief.

What about the USB drive?

It was damaged by stomach acid,
but we're trying to recover the data.

Okay.

Berk.

Let's see what you have.

Results of the vacuum samples
taken from the crime scene.

Most are as expected.

Synthetic fibers, hair, dust,
and epithelial remains.

Usual microecology of a home.

But in one of the samples…

I found something unexpected.

What is it?

There are microcrystals among the fibers.

Meaning?

The main component is…

abietic acid, also known as rosin,
distilled from pine resin.

In the 17th century,

Antonio Stradivari used this resin
in his violin workshops.

-The formula hasn't changed since.
-Man.

What are you saying?
Our suspect is a violinist?

Is that it? We're looking for a musician?

No.

It's true that it's used on violin bows.

But I found

magnesium carbonate alongside it.

Magnesium carbonate,
commonly known as chalk powder.

Combined with this resin,
it's used for floor coatings.

Especially for stage floors.
It prevents slipping.

Like on a theater stage?

Yes. Our suspect could be
a theater employee.

Maybe an actor.

Where did you find this sample?

On the rug by the front door.

-It's only there.
-Then it doesn't belong to Melike.

-Chief.
-What is it?

A theater ticket issued in Melike's name.

MELİKE'S MEMORY JAR
CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION

Let go! It's none of your business.
Don't touch me!

-It's none of your business. Shut up!
-You're a fraud.

You said you hadn't seen Melike
in a long time.

Why are you lying to us?

I didn't want to be a part of it.

Clearly, you became part of something.
Why were you pressuring Melike?

I was just trying to tell her
what she was doing wasn't ethical.

Ethical?

Chief Inspector, I'm sorry,
but it doesn't seem ethical to me at all.

You threatened Melike that night.

But Melike had something on you,

and when she tried to use it…

I didn't kill her, I swear.

I just wanted her
to stay away from my boyfriend.

Who is your boyfriend?

Cem. Cem Akkaya.

Come on! Keep going!

I found out they were texting
a few weeks ago.

I knew there was something between them
even before that.

She came to watch him that night.
I'm sure. Not an ounce of shame.

But she was hiding her true self.
She was a fraud.

So you pressured her
to reveal her true self, is that it?

Why? Tell us! Come on!

Cem is a little obsessed with
people's looks, since he's an actor.

I thought he wouldn't even look at her
if he saw her like that.

FATHER. THE ONE WHO GETS ANGRY,
INTERFERES, IRRITATES. PROTECTS…

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

Christine, for years,
I've watched every breath,

every vibration of yours.

You heard me without realizing.

I know

the melody you hide within

in your dreams,
in your nocturnal loneliness.

Listen to the rhythm of fear.

I see the depth in you that others cannot.

And I'm only opening the door
to that depth.

When you walk with me,

that voice will no longer be yours.

The world will surrender to it--

Calm down, Phantom.

Let's not make a scene.

Inspector Serdar Ata.

Why don't you stay put, Cem…

Akkaya?

Normally, Cem is the lead in this play.
I'm his understudy.

Understudy?

Yes. There's a show tonight,
and he hasn't shown up.

Where is he, then?

I have no idea. Try calling him.

He's not answering. You call him.

The person you are calling
cannot be reached. Please…

His phone is off.

If we're done, I'll be backstage.
There's a show tonight.

You stay. I'll go there first.

Where is it?

Berk.

A roomful of masks
is waiting for you here, brother.

We got a signal from Melike's phone.

Chief, it was around Osmanbey
ten minutes ago.

The signal is not steady,
but it's moving fast.

He's on the subway.

It stopped at Hacıosman Station.

The train moved. He got off, Chief.

Get over here!

Get over here!

Grab him!

Come here!

Where are you going?

Get back here!

-Stop!
-You idiot!

Where are you running to?
Come here. Where are you going?

Come on.

Dude! I'll break your arms and legs!
Hold still!

Give us a minute.

The signal is at the north exit, Chief.

It's moving away. I repeat, moving away.

The signal is moving away, Serdar.

Why aren't you answering my calls?
Put your hands up!

-Why do you have this?
-It's not mine. I swear.

-I honestly have no idea.
-Move it.

-Move!
-It really isn't mine.

-Take him.
-This is a misunderstanding.

Thanks, Mr. Hasan.

Chief.

I'm glad you're here.

We've missed you.

Keep Cem in the holding cell tonight.

And let's get Melike's phone
examined immediately.

Understood.

The faces change,
but the story is always the same.

The ending never changes.

Neither do we, Brother Hasan.

We're always here, see?

Same place as always, Mr. Hasan.

And maybe we can change
the ending of some stories.

Six, two, nine.

Yes, Gökçe? Any progress?

Chief, we found a faint number
in the corner under all the boxes.

A UV-activated polymer. Transparent ink.

Is it on all of them?

Yes, Chief,
but each one has a different number.

Six, two,

nine.

That means there are more boxes
waiting for us. You know that, right?

How are you, Chief Inspector?

Director.

What a surprise.

You don't usually do
late-night inspections.

It's not an inspection.

I was wondering how you…

how all of you were doing.

We're fine.

But no one's buying that, Director.

You know us, and we know you.

Still, thank you for your kindness
and your concern.

Everyone,

get a good night's sleep and get some rest

because it looks like
we won't be sleeping much.

-Hasan, I'll drive you home.
-Thanks.

Good night.

Good night.

The Graveyard is back.

Subtitle translation by: Elif Günay