All language subtitles for Şahsiyet ~2-eng(1)

I MET A GIRL TODAY.
HER NAME WAS NEVRA ELMAS.

Chief Inspector Tolga Yazgan.
Who is this?

I must have dialed
the wrong number.

This is Mehmet Yurtgil's home, miss.
Who were you calling?

I am his daughter.
I was calling my dad.

Did something happen to him? Hello?

Yes... I'm afraid so, miss.

DO NOT CROSS POLICE LINE

Follow me.

-Who did this, then?
-I don't know.

You?

If you're hiding something,
you'll be complicit. You know that?

I told you. I don't know him.

Neither his wife, nor him.

So be it.

Whoever killed him,
must know you, then.

Think about it.

Who is able to commit
such a thing around you?

-Nobody.
-How do you know?

I know everybody.

None of them
could do such a bad thing.

This is murder.

Me?

For instance.

You think I could do it?

No.

You know why you say no?

Because you're afraid to say yes.

Why would I be afraid?

Because if you said yes,
then I could...

Here, in the middle of this road,

just shoot and kill you.

And nobody would really know.

You'd be terrified. Understand?

All the evil in this world
is done by people we don't really know.

That's why the first thing we do
when we wake up is...

To fool ourselves.

So I'm asking again.

Who could have done such a thing?

I have no idea.

Chief...

Agah. Agah.

Agah! Agah! Please!

Agah!

Agah, what have you done?

Here you go.

What have you done?

Take that out of the rent.

What time is it?

-Ten past one.
-Good, there's time.

Sorry, Agah,
how do you know Kurdish?

-Kurdish, why?
-You just spoke it.

Sometimes she doesn't
recall her own name.

Can't you see her?

What could my mum tell you?

She dances well, I heard.

-Didn't they have a caretaker?
-Of course they had.

But my dad, bless him.

He was a difficult person.

Whoever they hired
left after three days.

The last one left a week ago.

They were alone since.

Do you have the details
of the caretakers?

Yes. I have everything.

We spoke all the time.

I'll give the numbers.

Can we leave now?

Sure. You've had quite a journey.

One last thing.

Anybody who'd want to kill your father?

Any name comes to mind?

Who'd want to kill him?

Miss! Your father was a judge
in criminal court.

He must have put somebody in prison.

But he retired years ago.

-Since you're coming from Madrid...
-Olé!

Mom!

Let me tell you this way:

-Bullfighters fight until they retire.
-Olé!

Mom.

-But bulls fight until they die.
-Olé!

-Olé!
-Mom!

-Olé!
-Mom.

MY CAR TAKES PETROL.
NOT DIESEL!

All right, sir.

-You fill it up?
-Yes, I made it "full".

-Petrol.
-Yes.

Good.

But I'll tell you something.

You don't make something full.

It doesn't exist in any language.

Don't use it again, okay?

Better forget the word.

Wouldn't that be awesome?

If we forget everything wrong,

and only remember
the correct things?

But don't you worry.

There's a lot of wrong in here.
For example...

I thought my daughter was happy,
but she wasn't.

-Sir, it's 200.
-Huh?

200. Your bill.

Take that upstairs.

We've flown 20 hours,
and the car ride tired me more.

Why do you say that?

You took the scenic route,
like a cabbie.

The usual route had rush hour.

That's...

That's why.

You've been living here for years.
How could you be confused?

I wasn't confused.

-You didn't eat anything.
-I'm not hungry.

Are you ill or something?

What are you talking about?

Dad, what the hell?
I just left my bloody house.

What do you mean, ill?

Okay. Won't you go back?

-Are you kicking us out?
-Of course not...

Don't worry. We won't stay long.

-I didn't say anything.
-Isn't number eight empty anyway?

We'll stay there.

I'll find myself a job.

I could pay rent, too. Okay?

Dad...

I'm saying that I took my child,

I left my house and come here.

You're asking me if I'm...
I'm not going back!

-Okay, don't.
-I'm not!

All right, don't go.

Never mind.

I can't take it anymore.

-I just can't.
-I beg of you, Zuhal.

Daddy!

Please, Zuhal. My baby.

-What will I do now, daddy?
-You'll make him sad, too.

But I just rented number eight.

He just moved in.

CRIMINAL COURTS OF PEACE

THE NEW JUDGE VISITED
THE DISTRICT GOVERNOR

Speak with the lab yet?

I did. They're working on it.

I was just trying to see
where he previously worked.

Maybe I could see something.

They'll call after the autopsy.
Don't go anywhere.

-Won't you go in?
-Who am I?

We have you, after all.

But leave the file on my desk
so I'll teach you to read.

Teach her to write, too.

Ever seen me half-ass something?

Of course I will.

It's my job.

True.

See, I can write.

Don't have to teach me that.

I MET AN OAF TODAY.
HIS NAME WAS FIRUZ.

-Did he go to sleep?
-Yeah.

Is the bed all right?

It is, it is but...

I wish it could be all right up here.

-Is that my Walkman?
-Uh-huh.

-Does it still work?
-It does.

Where's the TV, dad?

I gave it to someone
who needed it.

-Don't you watch it?
-I watched forty years of it.

-Okay, good night then.
-Good night, sweetie.

-Zuhal.
-What?

Take the spare key in that bowl.

I gave one to Deva, too.

Yes?

Okay.

I'll be there in twenty minutes.

Good luck with that.

DEAR DIARY

I ONLY TRUST HER.
BECAUSE NEVRA UNDERSTANDS ME.

Timur, are you in?
It's me, Nevra.

I'm coming...

Welcome.

We've spoken before,
but never met in person.

Yes, hi.

Nobody has any respect to the people
in here. They barge in.

That's why I lock the door.

I had something else to do.
That's why I was late.

You're just in time.

I was on a break.

You'll get used to it.

People get used to the dead.

They can't harm anybody.

Not anymore, I mean.

The thing is to get used to the living.

That's the hard part.

You want something to drink?
I can make some coffee.

If you're making some for yourself.

Did he really have a label
on his forehead with your name on it?

-Yeah.
-A serial killer situation.

It is.

But, difficult to find one
in this country of course.

There are no serial killers in Turkey.

There are people
who go on a killing spree.

Now...

The shot was in point-blank range.

Less than two or three meters.

No signs of a struggle.

He's been dead
for 96 hours at the most.

There's one entry wound, 7.65.

Any sugar or milk in your coffee?

Nope.

Hello?

Okay.

I'll be there soon.

It was the lab.
They found a match for the prints.

Seriously? You found him then?

Thanks for the coffee.

See you later.

Your honor.

When will you legalize this?

Can you reach
the prosecutor in charge?

We'll need a warrant of arrest.

I believe I'm getting the hang of this.

I really do.

I wish Mebrure could see this.

We loved each other so.

So many memories.

My only hope

is to die before I forget them all.

But how would you know that? Right?

Don't tell me that you loved too.

Yours isn't love. It's rancor.

You don't love with rancor.

-Is that the man's home?
-Yeah.

-He's armed, of course.
-Probably, yes.

We'll go in, pick him up, then leave.

Pity.

You wasted it all.

Your wife obviously
loved you so much.

Moved heaven and earth
to make a home for you.

You took her for granted.

I forgive everything...

But I don't forgive anyone
who takes his wife for granted.

I have to be frank. I'm sorry.

Don't look at me like that.

I could have picked somebody else.

But you're very guilty.

And you weren't properly punished.

What's eight years?

"Unjust provocation...

Time off for good behavior."
Mitigation after mitigation.

They could have given you a medal too.

I've read the trial records.

They gave proper consideration

but they didn't deal
proper retribution.

Therefore...

You're getting your
real punishment in here.

You know what your punishment is?

You'll be my murder weapon.

Good, isn't it?

Clear. Perp is not in.
We're moving out.

We're going in.
We'll conduct a search.

That's Salih.

He's a decent lorry driver.

He even helped us move,

and Mebrure is
extraordinarily fussy.

You'll be killing Salih!

Come on.

Give me your finger.

Don't be difficult,
my back is aching up. Come on.

It was so easy the last time.
Give me your finger.

Look.

If you'll be nice,

I'll handcuff you the other way.
It'll be more comfortable. Deal?

Agreed? Come. Give me your finger.

Come on, give it to me.

You're mad at me.

But anyone else would've cut it off.

We're done.

Of course
only serving a sentence wouldn't do.

You need rehabilitation.

What's a sentence good for
without rehabilitation?

Nothing.

Everyone collects something.

And this is my collection.

I have a lot more,
but this is special for you.

Keep this between us...

I pinched these from case files,
back in the day.

You look at them well,

and think of the nasty things
that you've done.

Okay?

All things packed away,
Along with yourself

Memories are scattered,
To the room, everywhere

The perfume I'm used to
Is no longer there

You

Your smile has faded
From the nooks of the house

Loneliness is bitter
Please don't leave me

We have loved this
Colorless world together

You

My woman

My woman

Remember when
In the street across

We have kissed
For the first time in my life

Locked in embrace
One spring morning

You

The lights are off
The house is under dark

Our warm sunlit house
Has now grown cold

Nights go on forever
I keep on weeping

You

My woman

My woman

-Oh dear!
-Dad!

So sorry, sweetie. I...

You're up? Come in.

Of course I'm up.
You knocked the door all night.

Zuhal! Deva speaks!

Deva spoke to me
for the first time!

Good job, Deva!
Good morning, Deva!

-Good morning.
-Enjoy your breakfast, Deva.

Come sweetie.
Everything's ready.

I won't stay, daddy.
I have to go out.

There was this Onat
in my old company.

I wrote to him yesterday about a job.

-You just arrived, sweetie.
-Yes.

But we have to settle down
as soon as possible.

I'll drop by Deva's school, too.

I hope they don't give me a rough time,
with it being mid-semester, and all.

Sit down, have some tea.
I'll make you coffee.

I'll get something later.

You'll have a good time,
grandfather and grandson.

Sure. I'll show Deva around.

May I have some bread, Deva?

You're free to be alone, if you want.

Actually, you're free to be alone.

I slept like a log last night.

Nevra.

Sorry, Chief. I dozed off.

We ID'd the perp
and raided his house last night...

Okay, okay. Calm down.

I've heard everything.

Go home, get some sleep.

Come back in the afternoon.

But you had to inform Firuz last night.

-It all happened so quickly.
-The damage is done.

You go home now, okay?

-Good night.
-Good morning.

Agah?

-Agah, how are you?
-Thanks, Rustem. You?

Fine, can't complain.
Who's the lad?

My grandson. He's arrived
yesterday with his mother.

Joyous news.
You know your grandfather?

He's a killer.

You've killed the instrument.

You stabbed the drum!

But thanks. They were
being obnoxiously loud.

We'll have some peace of mind.

See you later.

Okay then.

-You stabbed a drum?
-What?

Oh, it's not a big deal.

Could I drop you off somewhere?

Nah, I can go myself.

Okay.

Have fun, then.

You too.

-Okay, see you later.
-Fine.

Salih the lorry driver.

I know what you like.

I dropped in
without an appointment, sorry.

Sending your CV
would have been fine,

but Onat specially requested.

You lived in Australia?

Yes, four years in Sydney.

We just came back.

-Why the laugh?
-I don't know.

People kill to be there,
everyone's trying to leave.

But you've come back.

You were a former employee of ours?

Yes, but...

I mean... I worked here.
But things changed a lot.

You come to me every day like
it's your job, and you leave a 100?

Go away.

This room hasn't changed.

Still the same.

Congratulations.

No one drops by Human Resources,

but you seem to remember it well.

No, this was my room.

And the chair's the same, too.

That used to be my chair.

This used to be
another department?

No.

It was Human Resources.

I was at your position.

Really?

Miss...

Are you here
to take my job away?

No.

I thought that maybe
you'd need some help.

How could you forget
about filling up?

-Come in.
-Doctor, I'm so sorry...

-Doctor, it's important.
-Sir, excuse me.

Agah, come in. Please, calm down.

We're okay.

I have to tell you.

LADIES' ROOM

Nevra.

If you pull anything like this again,
I'll make you sorry. You hear me?

If you have more of those threats,
I'll stay in here.

Huh?

Shit!

MESSAGE FROM THE KILLER

What will I do?

If I'm already forgetting
such vital things...

Should I change prescriptions,
you think?

I forget to fill up sometimes.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

No one can remember
everything completely and without error.

You'll run out of petrol or gas!

What's important is to stay calm.

And to find a solution.

You can't let anything
out of the ordinary get to you.

Sometimes the best plan
is to not have a plan.

Make your mind up.

Do I have a plan, or not?

Do. Do have your plan.

I'm telling you to make changes
when necessary.

I get it. I'm not that old.

We're settled, then.

So I don't need
to have a plan all the time.

No.

Adapt yourself.

If only we could
plan everything in advance...

There's luck to be reckoned with.

Sometimes you have to trust your luck,

and sometimes you
just have to accept it.

There's something else
that's important.

I used to work in the Silopi
Court of Justice for three years.

I thought I forgot,

but I didn't forget to speak Kurdish.

No ATMs...
We've been looking all morning. Nothing!

-We can't see the turn.
-But everybody's seeing this.

-How could this happen?
-I've heard about it. I saw it.

-But that's how he works.
-Who is he?

That charlatan journalist, Ates Arbay.

But I'm not mad at him.

I'm not mad at him!

I'm mad at the idiot...

I'm mad at the fool

that sells this piece
for a handful of money!

They'll send an inspector,
and then we'll see!

That's what's going to happen.

Don't we have any other footage?

No, Chief.

I don't want Deva to lose a year.

I see.

This relocation
is already taking its toll on him.

Of course.

So what do you say?

You think something could be arranged?
Could you take him?

What do you say, headmaster?
Could you enroll him?

I remember Deva now.

Such a sweet kid.
Had excellent grades.

He used to play something, too.
What was it, a guitar?

-It was a violin.
-Yes, it was.

-Does he still play?

No, I'm afraid not.

He doesn't play anymore.

Who knows,
maybe we'll have him pick it up again.

Will you enroll him, then?

To be honest,
we don't have a place at the school.

But I'll do an exception for your son.

-Thank you.
-But...

The payment will be different this time.

Since you're here mid-year,
you won't get the discount.

I trust that's not a problem?

-You have a cigarette?
-No.

You have money?

No.

How will you screw her, then?

She's a straight up whore.

And are you her pimp?

I could be.

Okay.

And who is your pimp?

What did you say?
I'll fuck you up.

Stop looking at me.

Come here.

Stop!

Come here!

Agah, don't waste your time.
It's out of order again.

I spoke to the mechanic,
but he'll come late. He was busy.

I have the worst luck.

-Rustem.
-Yes, sir.

-Give me a number.
-Are you playing the numbers?

-Just give me one.
-If it wins, we're partners.

-39.
-Has to be up to 27.

If it's above 27,
it's not a lucky number, huh?

Okay then, 24.

-No, 26.
-Make your mind up.

In that case...

-Who am I speaking to?
-I'm from the newspaper Simdi.

Ates Arbay.
How do you do, Nevra?

Where did you find this number?

I know you're angry, but...

Why'd you want to have
an interview with me?

-They asked me everything.
-Yes.

I know they did, but...

they didn't ask you the right questions.

What is that gift you have for me
that'll be so useful?

Some information
that exists in the outer space.

But you can't have it
without an interview.

I'll be the judge of that.

I'll have to see what you have.

And we'll see what we can do.

Let's meet. Be at Isyan Sanayi
after 10:30, tonight.

Isyan Sanayi?

-Deva?
-It's me, mom.

-I... drank a bit.
-I know.

Don't tell your father.

Okay, go to sleep.

Okay. Just, don't tell him.

Don't say that I drank.

Don't tell him, okay sweetie?

What are you doing?

What is this?
Do you want to run me over?

Hey.

-You were going to hit me.
-Don't get mad.

I'm out.

Goodness.

-Do you like the music?
-You're wasting your time.

There's no such thing
as 'DJ music'. Never will be.

Don't tell anybody.

Who leaked the news, Ates?

I'll always remember this
first time you said my name.

In a moment you asked me
something impossible.

Don't do it.

Can I have my gift now?

I don't know. Can you?

First the firewater.

-What do you pay for a gram?
-What?

Cocaine, I mean.
How much do you pay?

They're overcharging you, I bet.

Don't worry.

You're just an information
in an outer space.

What do you mean?

You're just a number
in a dealer's mobile phone. See?

Is there a computer I could use?

You could work here
without interruption.

I have to be back on duty.

Okay, thanks.

Nevra.

-Will I be in trouble?
-You will.

If there's a dealer like that
somewhere, you will.

Glad to meet you, Nevra.

So am I.

-Are we recording right now?
-Yes, we are.

-You'll give me a copy, right?
-I said okay.

I'll read you a list. The courthouse
at Caldıran has burnt down.

So did the one at Sefilpınar.

So did the one at Kambura.

But you tell me
you had nothing to do with them.

No. How could I have the time
for all of that?

Some other brothers
must have taken care of them.

How did you begin?

There was this man,
and he had a file in the courthouse.

But it's all slander.

They made up all the accusations.

And I couldn't stand for
any injustice like that.

I'm a bailiff there, as you know.

I burned the whole thing down.

So that justice prevails
in the end, you know?

Oh, man.

Oh, man!

Why did you shoot me, man?

What did I do to you?

You haven't changed at all, Naimhan.

Not at all.

You used to be like this.

Always drunk.

Aren't you afraid of what
you'll do to your liver?

You wouldn't live long, anyway.

You would live a bit longer, I suppose.

It wasn't your day.

But so it goes.

I ran out of petrol.

I forgot to fill up the tank.

And you suddenly appeared.

I wasn't expecting it at all.

But the doctor said so.

Luck really does have
to be reckoned with.

It's hard to follow people.

Very hard.

Pursue them all day,

wait outside their place.

What do they do,
where do they go?

When do they go to sleep,
when do they wake up?

It's like having a job.

Really.

Man.

Where do you know me from?

Where did we meet?

Where are you from?

Kambura.

And that's where I know you from.

Don't do it, man...

I beg you, don't, man.

I'm not doing anything, Naimhan.

I haven't done anything.

You did it.

You and them.

All of you.

You shouldn't have.

I ONLY TRUST HER.
BECAUSE NEVRA UNDERSTANDS ME.