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Got it, Mr. Yüksel. Copy that.

All right. I think that's her.

- Wait here. I'll check it out. - Be careful.

Agh! The fucking prick!

He's getting away!

The son of a bitch took the money and he laughed in my face!

ISTANBUL FIRE DEPARTMENT

TEN DAYS OF A CURIOUS MAN

What happened to your mama, kitties?

"Dear Sadık Adil Ojal,

we've completed reviewing the manuscript you've submitted for publication."

"It's our feeling that your novel reads more like an essay."

"The text lacks emotion, fails to relay the thrill to the reader,

and most importantly,

does not consistently keep the reader engaged and interested."

"We find that the story suffers from frequent gaps

in terms of events, mystery and plot."

"We feel that the buildup to the ending is quite weak as well."

"You should keep in mind that the greatest attribute for a character

is that they change throughout a story."

"Due to these shortcomings, we're sorry to tell you

that your manuscript has been deemed not suitable for publication."

"We wish you well in your endeavors. Yours, Deniz Gökyaylı."

Smart-ass.

So, Auntie Fatma hasn't come to feed you anymore?

Perhaps her name's not even Fatma.

How should I know?

DAY 1

Oh, it's Şaziye you're looking for.

This way.

She lives over there, number 16.

- That one? - Uh-huh.

Wow. All this water.

That's the third house burned down to the ground the last six months.

They declare these buildings historical sites,

and then no one can fix them up.

At this rate, it's only a matter of time before Balat turns into ashes.

Thanks.

Hey, if you talk to Şaziye, tell her that the pages of the book are full.

She'll understand.

Okay, calm down for Christ's sake. I can't hear when you all talk at once!

We're afraid to sleep in our homes!

We're all gonna die, man!

- Shut up, shut up for a second! - Look, I've been telling you for months!

There's a procedure here, okay!

I know you're pissed off, but I'm doing everything I can do

to fix the situation, and you're not helping by yelling.

Are you Şaziye?

How are you?

Hayri the grocer told me you lived here.

He's got bill collectors now?

Tell that crook I'll pay him when I pay him

and not before.

Ah, no, uh, I'm not collecting any money.

I live over there by the fountain.

I see you there every morning, feeding the cats.

But I haven't seen you for two days,

so I wanted to check that you're all right.

Ah.

Mutema, she's the one you have to ask, she's the one that brings the cat food.

Get! Shoo, damn it, get out of here!

Do I look like the Queen of Sheba to you?

You have any idea how much a bag of food costs, you little thief?

So, this Mutema, why hasn't she been bringing the food by anymore?

I mean, she's got COVID or something?

She was killed.

Huh?

Shoo, hey! Get out of here, you mutt!

What?

Well, how do you know something like that for certain?

She used to come here all the time, once a week, for songs and dancing.

What day is today?

It's Wednesday, April 1st.

Ah.

Şaziye, good one. That's your April Fool's joke, right?

That she was killed?

I wasn't joking.

She was here last Tuesday.

And one bag of food lasts about two weeks.

She wouldn't let those cats starve unless she was dead, I guarantee it.

Go upstairs. Look!

Go see for yourself what you find. Here.

Don't do it. Don't get curious.

Keep your nose out of it.

Don't do it.

APHRODITE BEAUTY CLINIC

GÜZİN BEAUTY EXPERT

Who are you?

Who are you?

You're coughing like hell.

Put your mask on!

Ahmet.

Şaziye is my grandma.

Ah.

I, um, I'm here to get more cat food, that's all.

- And, uh, Şaziye told me to come up. - Oh.

Hey, uh… your grandma was telling me that Mutema was killed?

My grandma told me to come and get the keys back.

And her name's not Mutema, it's Mutena.

Right.

So, if she's not dead, why does your grandma say she is?

I mean, did something happen? Did she witness something?

Grandma's senile.

Ah.

Leave the keys with her when you go.

Okay.

Ah.

Time for the traitor to confess her love.

Here we go.

Good morning, Sadık. This is, and I'm dead serious,

the 400th time I've called you since I got to Istanbul.

Why're you so stupid?

You know that part of me wanted to stay with you,

but the other part told me to get the hell outta there.

For the hundredth time, I love you.

But Eskişehir wasn't for me, and you know it.

Just the same, I did not leave you. You just didn't want to come with me.

Anyway, here's the news from here, it's scorching hot.

And the pandemic is freaking scary.

By the way, have you read the stories about Buket and Gülhan in the newspapers?

Someone really has it in for them. Well, that's it for now.

I'll send you some new pictures you'll like.

Are you really dead, Mutena?

You know what?

You'd better get back home before it gets dark.

Those cats'll eat you alive. I swear.

Adil?

Oh, I've missed you so much!

Adil, aren't you excited to see me, c'mon?

Oh, you have a doggie now?

That is so cute!

Don't just stand there, bring those inside.

My word, Adil, is this the place your grandma left you?

Honestly, how can you live here?

Answer my question first. What are you doing here?

I got a job offer for a TV show.

In fact, I'm getting a co-producer credit on the first episode.

- What? - You have any booze?

But producers have to have money. Where'd you get money?

I sold my shares at the hotel to my cousin Remzi.

You don't have any shares of the hotel, they're all Zeynel's and Hüso's!

Besides, that guy's not even your cousin, he's a scammer!

How does that even matter?

Riza's cousin or mine, same thing.

Oh, my sweet pea, are you really still angry with me?

The guy you think is your husband, you divorced him 20 years ago.

Pssh, how on Earth was I supposed to know that?

How on Earth could I have known? I thought I remarried Riza one more time.

For Heaven's sakes, you just tell me, Adil.

You just tell me how a man could possibly

come right into the dreams of a woman he divorced,

every night for ten years? Ridiculous!

Listen, Meral.

As you can see, there's only one bed. And there's no spare room either.

I don't have the comforts for a woman like you.

But there are ground rules. Rules!

Answer me this.

Did you tell Pınar I was here?

No.

You know that if she finds out you've been in Istanbul for the last four months,

she'll kill you first before she kills me.

All right, fine, if you're gonna stay here…

one, drinking is forbidden.

Two,

you're not allowed to call Pınar and tell her I'm here.

Understood, your Admiralship.

Hm.

But give Pınar a break, man.

It's been eight months and she still hasn't been with a man.

Not with anyone!

She's in love with you.

Is that why she skipped town the first chance she got?

"A Balat woman, 25 years old, grew up on the streets with no family,

apparently well-known in the area for supplying food to stray dogs and cats."

"According to the elderly woman who fed the animals,

the girl has been missing now for 16 days."

"Some fear she's been murdered."

"The girl's name was also unusual…

Mutena."

Gimme that.

Wow, that's exciting, huh?

Everybody loves a good mystery.

What is it you're writing?

A murder mystery.

That's cool.

Meral, answer me something.

Am I a nosy man?

I think the word for you Adil is… wacko.

But whatever. Bring my bags up here, would you?

Ugh, what is that awful smell in here?

Is it rot or mildew or what?

Come on, are you gonna do it or aren't you?

DAY 2

Listen here, if you're trying to tell me you're too fancy to do it outside,

then you're in for some constipation.

Fine, have it your way.

I tried.

Yeah?

Come on, we're going home.

Are you here?

All right.

The mystery is over.

Well, editor lady, there goes all of our intrigue and buildup.

Before we got the first plot twist.

I tried, though.

And what more can I do?

The clinic's closed.

The government shut it 'cause of the virus.

No massage for you.

No I was just looking for someone I think works here.

her name's Güzin.

Or… goes by Mutena.

Who's asking?

Well, someone curious.

Well, curiosity comes at a price.

Ah.

For two weeks she hasn't come in.

Although…

maybe if you double this, I'll point you toward Metelik.

Her boyfriend, the car dealer.

Double?

Hmm.

Oh, no, sir, he was no car dealer.

His name's Metelik, and he just ran errands here,

but two weeks ago he was fired.

He, uh, stole a car for a joyride with his girlfriend.

Really?

How am I gonna find the guy now?

I heard he was selling water at the traffic lights in Karaköy.

Really?

Why're you looking for him? He owe you money?

Oh, no, ours is more of a literary situation. Thanks.

Water, water, anyone? Water!

Water, sir?

POLICE

Business is slow, huh?

This fucking pandemic's killing me.

Even wearing this no one wants to buy a bottle of water.

Oh great, thank you sir.

What's up? Do you need something?

Well, information, yeah, about Mutena.

We're worried about her.

And who exactly is "we"?

My grandma.

Mutena lives in the apartment upstairs from her.

She'd always bring bags of cat food around.

And Grandma would help her out.

She'd take the food and feed all the animals with it.

Mutena hasn't come for weeks, and we're all worried.

So I thought I'd ask around, ya know?

Just trying to find out if something happened.

They told me she worked at the clinic,

and then someone there told me about the car dealer,

and the guy sent me here.

Uh, I haven't seen her for two weeks myself.

Look, I gotta get back to work, still got a lot of water to sell here.

You know, I'm really thirsty.

I'll take the whole box.

- Yeah, there are twelve bottles in a box. - All right, how much?

One fifty and they're yours.

Here.

I'll have to go and get change.

No, you can keep the change, it's all right.

Are you feeling hungry?

I am.

- Let's go. - Here, I'll help with these.

Thank you.

You don't know Muti, do you?

No.

That's what I call her.

Listen, if you're planning to do something to her…

Not at all.

- Good. - Hmm?

Because anyone who wants to hurt her has to go through me.

Tell me, is Muti, uh…

in the massage business?

- No, why do you ask? - It's what I heard.

You on social media?

No.

Ah, look.

This is the Muti that rules social media.

Her stage name is "Burn This World."

Don't be fooled by how happy she looks in those videos.

She's kind of a mess, just like you and me.

You know how it is. Alcoholic dad, mom's got early dementia, all that.

But she and I are gonna move to Kaş one day.

I mean, so far we haven't even been anywhere farther than Pendik,

but still, it's our dream.

You said it's been two weeks since you last saw her?

Yeah, it's been like 14 or 15 days.

Whenever she went off to that job interview.

It was some agency called Eucalyptus or something.

She was so excited as she was leaving.

She said she was gonna carry Burn This World to another platform,

then she'd be famous and buy cool sports car. All that kind of stuff.

I guess the offer wasn't that good after all.

She was really upset.

Then she just stopped answering her phone.

Every time I called her, the phone was switched off.

She told me she was staying at the studio,

but now you're telling me she was at a place in your neighborhood.

I see. All right.

Why didn't you go to the police and file a missing persons report?

Come off it, man.

You think the cops give a shit about people like Muti and me?

Hell, if I showed 'em those videos, they'd probably come after her for prostitution.

Yeah. True.

Has she ever had a stalker?

Uh… Nah.

- Anyway I gotta get back to work. Later! - Sure, see ya.

- Hey, send me a photo of Muti. - Yeah, all right.

- You got my number? - Yeah, I copied it!

Cool.

Editor's note…

the mystery's not over yet.

Deniz Gökyaylı,

I can't predict how the plot will go. But, A, Mete's no longer a suspect.

And B,

we've just arrived at our first plot twist.

Adil? Some woman just came by

and asked for the doggy, because she said it was hers,

and then she left with it.

But the next minute, when I went outside,

I found your mutt right there, wandering like a lost child around the fountain.

So, naturally, I brought it back home.

That freaking idiot!

She just left the poor dog behind!

You better go get a leash for it before you come home.

And a new light bulb.

And I need a new mask as well.

Your dog ruined this one.

This goddamn dog.

Yes. Her stage name is Burn This World.

Yes, it's been two weeks, he says.

Her manager, Mr. Ochal, is here now.

Yes sir, I understand, I'll tell him right away.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Şinasi says he hasn't interviewed anyone by that name.

He doesn't have her in his appointment book, either.

Hmm.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

You too, sir.

Where the hell have you been all day?

- What the hell? Give it. - Ha! Cool, huh?

- I found it under the pillow. - Give it!

Good God!

I had that guy in the palm of my hands.

I talked him into selling me five masks for only ten lira each.

Luckily, Şermin came back again, and she took me to the store.

Who's Şermin?

She's the owner of the dog.

Your socialite dog is named Chico.

I don't really think it fits her, but oh well.

You brought a stranger into my home, and you had drinks with her.

Is that right?

So you broke the first rule.

Did you also break the second?

Did you call Pınar?

- My God, Meral. - She called me.

Did you give her the address?

Well, did you?

I'll get that. It's probably Şermin, here to get Chico.

No, it's probably Pınar! In fact I'm sure of it, it's Pınar!

You motherfucker, I'm gonna tear you a new one!

DAY 3

Adil, are you awake, dear?

Where am I?

What happened?

You're in the hospital.

Don't you remember, dear?

They beat you up, my boy.

Pretty bad too, I might add.

The short one was Sitki, Şermin's husband.

Why didn't they beat you?

Because she's not the one fucking Şermin. You are, Sadık Adil!

And then there's this girl, Mutena, you have videos of.

Moved on quick, yeah?

Bravo. Two new lovers in just four months!

Didn't I tell you not to call her?

Oh darling, listen to me,

those guys were kicking the crap out of you.

And then this girl swooped in there like an avenging angel.

I'm gonna tear you a new one!

What're you doing? You lunatic! Stop that.

How do you like that? Motherfucker!

Let him go!

I have no idea how she found your gun or when she grabbed it.

And, thankfully, Pınar had the presence of mind to call Gülhan.

So we brought you here, dear.

Phew.

Those guys really did a number on you, didn't they?

The good news is all the damage is to your face,

your body hardly got anything, luckily.

When we got the call from Pınar, me and Zeynel got in the car

and rushed straight here from Eskişehir.

It only took us three hours and 50 minutes,

though if we took the train, maybe we could've, uh…

But I think we should deal with this beating incident

before we talk about that.

Hüso.

There's nothing to deal with, just a misunderstanding.

Mistaken identity.

Okay, now beat it.

Well, sir, um,

Meral told us if we came to help, we could crash at your place.

So what do we do?

Uh-huh.

Are you wearing a wig?

Uh, no… it's my hair.

Transferred.

I mean, transplanted from me.

He had it done with his share of the money.

And I think it looks good.

He looks younger.

It'll grow on you as you keep seeing it, Adil.

I'm not going to be seeing any of you.

My bed's the only one in the house.

You can't go back there, Mister Casanova.

I would just leave you out on the street,

but the doctor said you needed constant care,

so I guess you're staying with me.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, everybody out.

The doctors'll be here any minute

to tell us if the playboy can be discharged.

Get well soon, Chief.

Gülhan wants you to drop by and see her once you're discharged.

Who died and left you in charge, giving everybody orders?

The Köseoğlu Group.

I work there now in Public Relations.

I'm studying for the college entrance exams.

Good for you.

Aren't you happy for me, Sadık?

Don't you always say, "Think, Pınar. Improve yourself, Pınar."

"Don't ask for anything from anyone, Pınar?"

I wouldn't have graduated from high school if I stayed in Eskişehir.

It's thanks to you.

Hey, say something.

Where is Gülhan?

Well, you're up and around. Glad to see it.

My people said they thought you might have a concussion.

No. I have a thick skull.

I'm just a little sore.

But no painkillers for you this time around.

No. Can't commit to much of anything.

Even drugs, apparently.

See this?

How's Buket?

She abandoned us.

Me, our daughter.

Her sick sister, everyone.

Filiz?

She's sick?

Is it serious?

Oh, damn.

Buket was overwhelmed…

because of what the newspapers have been saying about you all.

Guess we were exhausted.

And she just realized it before I did.

Hey, there, Chief.

Um, the cops came to the house about the disturbance last night.

Someone's made a report about you, and now they're looking for you.

So, um, if you want my advice?

I would stay away from the cops as long as your face is like that.

See, you can't go back to Balat.

It's not just the guy whose wife you screwed that's looking for you,

it's the cops too.

How long does this meat need to stay like this?

Meral said leave it on for two hours.

By that time it'll be well-done.

People out there can't even afford meat,

and I'm putting it on my eye.

Look at you, nice job, nice digs.

So why're you chasing after me?

I love you, you stupid idiot! What don't you get about that?

You don't leave the people you love.

Plus, when you love someone, your happiness depends on them.

Which makes the unhappiness double!

You son of a bitch.

I loved you a lot more when you were just a good guy, you know that?

Now that you've become a bad guy, I hate you!

No I'm the curious guy.

But keep thinking I'm the bad guy, okay?

And I need you for something.

What?

There's a media agency called The Eucalyptus.

I need you, through the KS Group, to make an appointment.

- What for? - Isn't that obvious?

For both Gülhan and… the KS Group,

to save their image.

And there's a literary reason.

To help the story's buildup.

Wow! Just look at this view!

A beautiful place in an elite neighborhood.

This KS group is fantastic!

I wonder if they would be willing to sponsor a TV drama?

Don't get used to this.

Zeynel, listen up, first thing tomorrow

go to the police and find out what this report's about.

- Hüso. - Mm?

Tomorrow you come back here and keep an eye on Meral here.

She's found another conman

and she's likely to lose the rest of her money.

And don't get too attached to Pınar.

We're leaving town as soon as we're done here.

Okay.

Huh?

It's just me, don't worry.

I can't sleep with Meral.

Her ghost is back again and she's screaming.

Also, she snores.

And she's always in the bathroom. I think her stomach is messed up.

Stop.

Don't touch me.

You always pull this same old crap.

I'll just go.

All right, tell me…

what are we going to this Eucalyptus place for?

Is it about Mutena?

Yes, and would you please keep your leg to yourself?

Tomorrow you're gonna need some concealer.

Is it very painful?

Sadık?

Think we should make up?

That's it, I'm going.

All right, all right, just go to sleep.

DAY 4

We'll get back to you later today with the details of the promotional campaign

we proposed for the Köseoğlu Group and Ms. Gülhan.

That's great, appreciate it!

Been a pleasure.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

The exit's right through here.

Oh Pınar, I almost forgot,

we wanted to stop in and talk to Şinasi, too, while we're here, remember?

Where's his office?

Şinasi, but…

Well, he's in but he works in land development, not promotion.

Did you have an appointment with him?

Well, no, but I'm in charge of the new

hospital development project for the Köseoğlu Group.

And since we're here, we can avoid another visit.

You know, because of the pandemic, it's less in-person contact.

Would you show us to his office?

- First one on the left. - Thanks so much.

Yes, can I help you?

We're looking for the first point of instigation, Şinasi.

No, no, no, no, don't you dare touch that.

What do you think I have in my pocket, hm?

Sit back down.

You remember "Burn This World", the young Internet phenomenon?

We work for her management,

in collections.

Oh, you noticed this?

Well, some negotiations are difficult, like yesterday's.

Today these guys are in the ICU fighting for their lives, you know?

Yeah, what?

Okay, just wait for my signal.

Burn This World got ten grand from you

and disappeared without paying us what we're owed.

Here's my theory.

The girl comes to you and does her dance,

and you refuse to pay her after the performance.

All you gave her is… kht!

- What the hell are you talking-- - Sit down!

Then you took back the ten grand.

But in any case… I intend to collect what I have coming to me.

So if this meeting goes south, we take it up to Nese.

Nese? Oh, no, I assure you this is just a miscommunication!

We were just acting as the middleman for a reputable client!

That, um, Burn woman, I only met her once, I swear.

There wasn't any kind of money exchanged between us at all!

Tell me this, then, who's this so-called reputable…

"client"? So important sounding, huh?

Who are they, exactly?

It's Kutsi.

Kutsi Atak.

He's one of the agency's most important clients,

and the general secretary of Zinchirli.

That was crazy the way you talked to that guy!

He was shitting his pants in his own office! Even I was scared!

So what stage of the story are we in?

We're past the first plot twist.

So, uh…

almost at the first inciting incident.

And does this story ever get a little erotic maybe?

Huh?

You people are all crazy.

You, Meral, Hüso.

It beats treachery.

I should have let those nut jobs

tear your tongue out and feed it back to you, Sadık.

I don't doubt it.

KUTSI ATAK HAPPY SUNDAY

Got it, yeah. All right, see you then.

Zeynel found out that Şermin's husband, Sitki,

the guy who beat me up,

turns out he didn't report me, it was somebody anonymous.

Oh, and this Sitki is a realtor, I guess.

Zeynel says I should go to the police myself and explain things.

Hey listen, Chief, I'm sorry, but I'm starving.

I'm just wondering if we're ever going to eat.

But what about Kutsi Atak?

You find out anything?

You know that company with the TV ads

that wanted to sell skyscrapers to the Arabs

after they bulldozed all the forests?

Well, it turns out your friend Kutsi is the boss there.

He's a committed family man.

He doesn't look like the type to hang out with a hot dancer.

The guy has pictures with his kids and his wife

all over his social media.

And he's a philatelist, it seems.

And don't even think about asking me who "Phil" is, it's a stamp lover.

A professional connoisseur.

He even writes a blog about it.

In conclusion, Kutsi here… only has eyes for stamps and his family.

And I have sore eyes. Gimme that.

Okay, I want you to find me the rarest stamps you can get.

Here.

Here, take it.

I told them I was fine.

- And I didn't want to press charges. - Yo. Let's go.

I don't know what else they want from me.

You know what the commissioner said?

He doesn't want trouble with a businessman who benefits the neighborhood.

Since when are realtors considered businessmen?

I mean, what the hell?

You find anything?

I wrote to him.

Said I had two stamps of my grandfather's with Ottoman seals,

asked what they're worth.

Ah, good, good.

Let's go.

All right, nobody's here, so c'mon.

REALTOR SITKI

If you're thinking about buying a house or a piece of land, it's good timing.

This neighborhood'll be crawling with tourists soon.

Didn't they ban new developments?

Ha! If you tell the government

you'll build an exact replica of what just got burned down,

anything goes.

Ah.

We're just looking for… for Sitki here.

Abdullah Ketenci.

I'm the neighborhood foreman.

And to tell you the truth,

Sitki is not the most trustworthy realtor.

The guys at the police station said he was a respectable businessman.

Oh God, it's a new incident every day with him and his nephews. It's awful.

Everyone complains.

And it's all because of that hot wife of his.

He's gone crazy with jealousy.

Anyway, I could help you with your investment

and show you a few places.

If you can't reach me, just call the number on the back and talk to Ahmet.

He helps me every once in a while.

Thank you.

Have a nice day.

I got word from Gülhan that Buket's sister unfortunately passed away.

I texted them our condolences.

Mm-hmm.

Filiz.

All right, thanks so much.

I'll see you then.

That was Kutsi.

He wants to see the stamps first before I sell them online.

He invited me to his office to tell me what they're really worth.

Looks like he took the bait.

Everyone takes the bait when it's something they love.

Not in his office though, we need privacy.

Chief, tell me,

why do we need to mess with this Phil guy in the first place?

Hüso it's for literary purposes.

It's going to help develop the plot.

I'm here, right outside.

All right.

Hello!

Don't move!

- Hey, what the hell? - Shh!

Drive.

- Move it. - Okay.

- Move! - Okay, okay.

Move!

I swear, I only saw her that one time!

Just once, and I was only in the room to give her the money!

I don't have anything to do with her dancing, I swear!

- Then who was she dancing for? - Hey!

Please don't kill me. For Öner, man.

- Who the hell's Öner? - He-he-he's the manager.

The zoning manager, the one who wanted your dancer to come!

Yüksel sent her.

Yüksel Zinchirli, he's our CEO.

Yüksel sends the dancers for Öner.

This Öner guy must have some big balls

if he's managed to make the CEO of the company into his personal pimp.

There's a big development project, the Mega Towers.

Maybe you've heard about it in the news.

But there've been some holdups with the applications.

To get approval they need Öner to sign off on them.

If the towers are mega, then I'm guessing they paid a pretty mega sum in advance.

- Five hundred thousand. - What?

Hey, boss, look what I found in the back.

Good job.

Now my security chiefs will take your statement

and record everything on their phones.

You're gonna tell them everything, okay?

Hey, you hear me?

Here's Kutsi's computer.

Save Kutsi's, uh, confessions to the computer as well.

He really sang.

He spilled all the company's dirty deeds.

Gülhan just sent a text message.

"I'm very sad. Luckily Bugül brings me some comfort."

"Thank you for your message, Gül."

I had texted her, but she replied to you.

Who's Bugül anyway? Is that like a nickname?

How should I know? Just stop questioning everything.

I'm the curious man.

Just do your job.

Where do you get off talking to me like that?

Maybe we shouldn't talk for a while. Actually, yeah.

I'm done talking to you.

Adil!

Listen! Thinking of you is beautiful,

it is hopeful.

Thinking of you is like listening to the most beautiful song

from the most beautiful voice in the whole world.

Mmm! My memory's betraying me!

I can't memorize more than four lines anymore!

I'm doomed as an actress!

Adil, won't you work on it with me, darling?

Ah!

That's the thing I was going to tell you!

Just today, I read an article on the Internet.

The new symptoms of coronavirus now include memory loss!

Do you have diarrhea too?

- What do I do now? - Come with me, come on.

We need to keep you in quarantine for 14 days.

- Fourteen? - And no less.

You'll go into your room and stay there,

avoiding all contact.

But, what if I have to go to the bathroom

or… or want to take a shower when you guys are here?

Oh, right, um…

How about this?

When you need something like that, you just holler and say "Yoo-hoo", okay?

Yoo-hoo.

We'll all go to our rooms, and then after you're all done…

just say yoo-hoo again, and we'll go back to our lives, hm?

Yoo-hoo.

A simple yoo-hoo.

Thank you, Adil.

Remember, it's yoo-hoo.

Yoo-hoo.

I thought we weren't speaking.

But you're dressed to talk about… something.

I like a silent type.

- Hm. - They tend to dissolve my anger.

Whether you're bad, or curious, or even unkind…

for some reason I still love you.

If you hadn't been here,

I would've come back to Eskişehir after exams.

Hmm.

Doesn't mean we made up.

We got woken up at the crack of dawn

by a bunch of woof-woof-woof sounds coming from outside.

It was this mutt and some friends.

We felt sorry for the little thing, so we took her in.

But, of course, that's not why we're here…

DAY 5

…bothering you at this early hour.

So why are you bothering me?

Well, sir, Hüso heard some news when he was at the store

about, uh, Sitki, the realtor guy.

He was murdered.

Murdered?

What the hell are we gonna do now?

Just yesterday I was at the police station,

telling them about the bad blood between us,

and now the guy is dead!

And there's more bad news.

What else?

Sitki wasn't by himself.

I guess his wife was there with him, and she was killed too.

What? Şermin was murdered?

I'm afraid so.

- And one more thing… - Now what?

The cops are looking for you. You're their number one suspect.

Also…

they have, uh…

a photo… photograph…

Hüso, it's your turn to go!

Well, it seems, Chief, uh, there's some…

photos…

Yeah, what the hell kind of photos?

- Speak! - Of Şermin in your bedroom and she's, uh…

Forgive me, Pınar, but…

well, she's all the way naked.

- What the hell are you saying? - Sir, this Sitki guy was a crook.

Remember all those house fires that've been happening in the neighborhood?

Those are his doing, along with his nephews.

And they're after you too. So, that's about the size of it.

What's he talking about? What photos?

What was Şermin doing naked in your house, huh?

I have no idea why she would…

Photos at my place?

It makes no…

Yoo-hoo, Meral!

Şermin visited you at the house in Balat, didn't she?

Mm-hmm.

And you sat and had drinks with her.

Um…

Exactly how many drinks?

I…

don't remember exactly.

I don't remember! I guess I dozed off!

She dozed off.

- Here's what I think. - Yes.

This Şermin,

and some guy,

we'll call him Mr. X for now…

they decide to kill Sitki, okay?

And Şermin and Mister X…

um, they're probably lovers or partners.

While I'm away, they knock on my door,

Meral invites Şermin in,

and they become friends and start drinking together.

Once Merahl dozes off, Şermin lets Mr. X into the house.

They go into the bedroom and take some photos.

And that photographer, Mr. X, is the killer.

- Why he killed Şermin, I don't know. - Şermin is dead?

All right. So, Chief, how exactly are we going to find this Mr. X?

Thank you for coming.

We buried her yesterday.

Only four people came.

Pandemic's ruining everything.

She was diagnosed after Buket left the country.

Breasts, uterus, even her lungs.

And we might've had a chance to fight those,

but pancreatic…

And Buket has no idea?

She knows. But she couldn't make it.

Where is she?

The States, I guess.

We text occasionally.

I quit. Being cold, counting, alcohol, drugs, everything.

I need it more now.

Since Bugül is all mine.

- I could call Buket and-- - No.

Nothing's changed. I can manage without her.

But you'll have to adopt Bugül.

Does she have any other family?

- How's that gonna work? - Don't know.

But we'll have to find a way.

I told the attorneys to solve it or quit.

Ah…

Well…

I'd better run. I've got things to do.

But call me anytime, and again, my condolences.

Thank you.

Admit it.

Şermin was better at creating fiction than you are.

Nah, she blew it.

C'mon. Her story had no ending.

Hüso's got a point though, "Hey, Chief."

How do we find Mr. X?

She's getting away.

No she's not going anywhere.

Come girl, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yay! There, see? She'll always find her owner.

Good girl, Chico!

I wonder…

if we go back to the neighborhood and release her there,

she'll find her way home?

Of course she will.

What was that for?

- Come on, we need to hurry. - Where? Come on.

We're close to the plot twist of the second mystery.

What does Şermin know about fiction?

I know how we can catch Mr. X.

- This is ridiculous! - I know, look at us.

What, not here either? At least look around!

Over here, Chico! Chico!

Shoo!

Go.

- Shoo! Go home, you mutt. Move it! - Go home!

DAY 6

Move! Come on!

What's happening, Zeynel?

We brought the mutt to the intersection

but it's not going anywhere. It's just standing here.

Well, then the house where she lives isn't on that street.

So go check out the other ones.

- Y'know? Okay. Bye. - All right, boss.

You really think Chico can find Mr. X?

If we want a good story.

Watch and learn.

- Hello? - Good day to you, Öner.

Now, you can hang up if you'd like,

or even call some people, but that won't do you any good, I'll tell you that.

Did you check out the account information I sent?

Ah.

But don't use it to go after anyone, hear me?

Including Zinchirli.

We're waiting for you outside your building now, okay?

If you don't come down, or if for any reason we don't meet,

we're going to give all of that information to the press, you understand?

You can read it in the papers. You got me?

Heh.

I'm coming down. How will I know you?

Uh, at the curb, you'll see a very beautiful young lady

who'll be waiting for you in front of the building.

You'll know it's her.

She'll lead you to where I am.

Be careful.

Wait, where are we going?

Get in.

Hello, Öner.

Now, take off your jacket.

Then turn around, put your hands behind you.

Who are you? What do you want? Please, I didn't do anything wrong.

Just wait, we'll talk about that later.

There. There's a nice spot. Over there.

All right, listen carefully.

We know what you've been up to with Zinchirli Incorporated.

The bribes you've taken, the banks where you keep the money,

all the account numbers, we know all about it.

- I… - Just one question.

And you better give me a straight answer here because…

my finger's getting sore, and if it cramps, bang!

Get it?

The girl in the photo I sent you, the dancer, Burn This World.

Tell me. Where is she?

No idea!

I haven't seen her since she took the money.

How much?

A hundred.

- A hundred grand? - Mm-hmm.

Who is she, Helen of Troy? Even she's not worth that much.

Was she blackmailing you?

She stole my computer.

So then you killed her.

No, I swear, I only saw the girl two times!

First time on the day she danced.

And then when she took the money.

- What's the passcode? - Passcode!

310783.

Is that your birthday?

Idiot.

He's shared his live location.

Found you, be there in five.

Who is that?

Huh? Who is it?

- Your bodyguard? - Uh-huh.

Is he armed?

Uh-huh.

Sit.

Tie his legs.

- But, but-- - You got a mask?

Got it?

Stop!

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh!

He was heading right towards you.

Go to the car and wait.

Okay, what'd you do with the computer you took from the girl?

- Home. - Huh?

- At home. - Oh, right.

At… At home.

Sadık, are you crazy? We need to get out of here!

Just a sec.

Get in the car! We have to go!

Nice place.

On a civil servant's salary?

Or was it a gift from one of your influential crook friends? Hmm?

I'll be down in just a minute. Get the car.

Go on.

All right, then, Mr. Öner, talk.

I don't know what you want.

I want you to answer my question.

What'd you do to Burn This World?

I already told you. I only saw her twice, and that's everything I know.

What's this computer contain?

Something important?

Uh…

Usual stuff.

Usual stuff?

Usual stuff worth a hundred grand?

Is that why you killed her?

I didn't do anything to her. I already told you that!

Okay, when she took the computer…

somebody hopping like a bunny took me by surprise and grabbed the money.

Where's the rest of the 500 grand you received?

The safe in the closet.

Hmm.

What's the combination?

6936.

What's your passcode?

74-42-75-42

DTS_PLAY BOX

Let go!

- Let go of me! - Stop yelling!

No! Let me go!

Help!

Help!

Let go of me! Get off me!

Piece of shit.

So, tell me.

Look, that girl…

I mean, she was used goods, ya know?

Let me go… and I'll make it all worthwhile for you and your agency.

Jobs, cash, you name it.

Be rational here.

Sounds good.

- Yeah! - Being rational.

Uh-huh.

Yeah…

Yeah, you make a good point there.

Got a cigarette?

Yeah, in the bag.

Sadık, you haven't said a word for half hour.

Are you going to tell me what happened?

We put an end to the second mystery.

What'd you do to that guy?

He asked me to be rational, and so that's what I was.

What the hell are we even doing?

Your literary curiosity has you killing now!

I'm losing my mind!

Deniz Gökyaylı. It's her fault.

Who the hell is she?

An editor who encouraged me to be more curious.

You're definitely bad.

Yeah, Zeynel?

Chico just stopped at a door on Fourth Street.

She went in when the door opened.

Seemed like the guy knows her.

We're staking the place out. We'll deal with him if he comes out.

No, no, I don't want you to do anything.

Just keep staking it out, and we'll deal with that tomorrow, okay?

Okay, if that's what you want. Yes, sir.

Keep your eye on that bag, okay. It's got the money and the computer.

Later.

You didn't tell me the whole story.

You stole money from a guy named Öner.

He said the thief had a limp the same as you do.

So you really are looking for Muti?

Did she tell you about that? About the money we grabbed?

Öner told me himself you two were blackmailing him.

So, where's Muti?

I have no idea where Muti is.

She was pissed.

Because I wouldn't let her spend the money, and I hid it from her.

So she steals from Öner, and you steal from her.

Come on, man. Stole what?

She fell in love with this worn-out piece-of-shit sports car

and insisted on buying it.

We had a huge fight.

'Cause we were supposed to move to Kaş.

We promised each other.

When I didn't give her the money

she told me she knew a way to get some herself and she left.

You wanna know how my leg got messed up?

Muti was around ten years old.

One day, two of the neighborhood bullies cornered her.

No one was around. You know what I mean?

They were already starting to rough her up when I got there.

I immediately jumped in between them.

I went off on them like Ibrahimovic.

All three of us went over this ledge.

The fall broke my leg.

But one of those assholes got himself a broken back.

He didn't walk for a year.

The other one fractured his skull.

He's still an idiot.

And I'm still crippled.

Where the hell did Muti disappear to?

Do you have any ideas?

There's like no place I haven't looked.

You think this Öner guy might've found her?

Uh, no, it can't be him.

He had an accident.

Okay, man, but why are you really looking for Mutena?

Well, because of literary and dramatic concerns.

It's a mystery.

Fascinating and complicated. Maybe I'll write it someday.

I promise…

if Muti would just come back to me, I would do anything.

She can have whatever sports car she wants

or I'd even give this Öner guy his damn money back.

But if it turns out that somebody's hurt her,

I swear to you, I'm gonna kill them.

And…

if someone's forced themselves on her…

I'll take care of it myself.

DAY 7

"Second street from the fountain, number 12."

"The mutt's inside."

Good. Okay.

Yes, is this Abdullah, the neighborhood foreman?

My name is Murtaza. I own a chain of boutique hotels here in Eskişehir.

Recently we took a look at your neighborhood,

and found there were some properties that might be a good fit for us.

In fact, my guys have already found a building they like.

All right, I'll give you the address…

Uh, let me call you back in a bit.

What's wrong?

I watched the videos.

People like that pervert don't deserve to--

All right. You were right to do what you did to him.

Come here. It's okay.

Did you take care of that other thing?

- I did. - Mm.

I put all the emails between Öner and Yüksel Zinchirli into a single file.

Mm-hmm.

Remember those Mega Towers

they've been promoting as the investment of the century?

Well, part of the land they're gonna build those towers on

is officially government-protected forest land.

So unless Öner's department objects to the environmental report

and the zoning revision, the project will be offered up for investment.

Lousy crooks.

I'm feeling pretty down after all this.

You think we can go out and have breakfast someplace?

Just me and you?

Let's do it.

Oh, by the way, can you cover this up a little?

- I don't want people to think you beat me. - I'll make you beautiful.

Hey, Chief.

Our guy's just left the house.

Good. The guy's name is Nedim Kitil.

He's a strip club photographer.

What do have, some kind of psychic powers?

Seriously though, the guy's got a camera in his hand right now!

I have a little bird in Balat called the foreman.

Just be careful, okay?

The problem is still the first mystery.

When Metelik stashed the money,

Mutena told him she knew how to get herself more.

So who could've given Mutena enough money for an expensive car?

Yüksel Zincirli.

Bingo.

Yeah, but how are you gonna get to him?

He's not like Kutsi or Öner.

We can't just grab him off the street. I mean, I bet he lives in a fortress.

What if we give the press the emails between him and Öner?

Tomorrow the cleaning guy arrives,

all hell breaks loose, and Yüksel comes out of hiding.

You can't hunt prey in its lair. You need to be out there in the fields.

Hey, boss.

That's Nedim there, the guy with the beard,

the photographer guy.

He met up with these two, and, as you can see, they got into it.

Sitki's nephews.

Those are the guys who beat me up.

All right. The 350 grand from yesterday, that money is yours, okay?

It's not enough for the damage Meral caused, but at least it's a start.

Yeah, but…

this money thing is embarrassing for us.

I killed two men.

We understand you, Chief.

It's okay, sir.

There he is.

Place is clear.

Thanks.

Wow, look at all that.

Busy guy.

What the hell? What's this?

Huh?

Let's hear it, Nedim.

Was Sitki killed over money?

Or did he and Şermin…

both end up dead because Sitki found out about her affair with his nephew Burak?

Affair?

There was no affair!

Şermin loved me, she did.

We've been together since our days working at the club.

She only married Sitki to get out of that place.

Together how?

Side by side.

I go where she goes.

All right, then explain what happened here.

Huh?

Talk.

Sitki was such a bastard!

Day in, day out, he used to beat both Şermin and Chico.

She couldn't take it anymore.

I told her so many times to let me kill the bastard.

She wouldn't let me.

She didn't want me to risk getting caught because I was her only friend.

And she loved me in her own way.

Very much.

Okay.

You were in love with her, she was in love with you.

I get it, you didn't do it.

- But someone murdered both of them. - Burak.

- Burak did it. - The nephew?

That prick had been drooling all over Şermin since the moment he saw her.

So it was easy for her to seduce him and get him to agree to the plan.

Plan?

Burak agreed to kill Sitki so they could be together,

or so he thought.

But at the last minute, he couldn't do it.

He got cold feet. He didn't want to kill his own uncle.

When he bailed out, it was all up to me.

Ah, then you guys figured… you'd just need to pin Sitki's murder on someone else.

But why me?

We thought you were some loser.

You had no one in your life, you were alone.

So I left Chico on your doorstep.

Then Şermin went by and befriended that woman so she could get inside.

- She made friends, got her drunk…

When she dozed off, we went into your bedroom.

Şermin was going to leave town, and then I was gonna kill Sitki, but…

Then the rumors started, someone spotted Şermin and Burak together.

And I guess Sitki found out about it and…

He killed my love.

He wanted to kill Burak too,

so he called him to come over, but Burak came in with his gun.

- I guess he was faster.

He shot Sitki.

My men saw you talking to Burak. They said you guys had a heated argument.

What was that about, are you blackmailing Burak?

Yeah, for the money he's made torching all these houses.

- How much money? - 300,000.

Mm. What have you got on Burak?

Pictures of him leaving Şermin's, holding a gun.

I ran over there when I heard the shots.

Good job, Nedim.

These are great shots.

Zeynel, grab his phone.

So Nedim…

when's Burak bringing the money?

Heads up. Looks like the guy's here now.

Just pulled up.

Let's go.

The hell is that?

Guys, it's not Burak.

Hüso you got this, I'll cover the back door.

Okay, go.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

- What the hell? - Who are you?

Where's Nedim?

Ah!

Shut up, shut up! Shut your mouth!

- No money, the bag's empty! - Huh?

Looking for someone, assholes?

Drop it!

Drop the gun now!

All right, come this way, slowly!

Are you guys morons or something?

Did you really think I was stupid enough to walk into your trap?

Secret entrance back there, huh?

Exactly.

For when I came here to fuck Şermin.

So the neighbors wouldn't see me come and go, y'know?

What the hell'd you do to Saldıray?

Nothing serious, just broke his arm.

You'll pay for that, but first, I've got some business to take care of.

Where's Nedim?

Oh, I wouldn't worry about Nedim. It's more Zeynel.

Who the fuck is Zeynel?

My arm!

This is the gun you used on Sitki, isn't it?

- Ah! - We've got photos of you and Şermin.

Fuck you, asshole!

We recorded Nedim's confession, so we have all the evidence we need.

The cops'll handle the rest.

I'm gonna kill you, you fucking bastard! Argh!

And the second mystery is solved.

SUSPICIOUS ZONING MURDERS FIRST HIS BODYGUARD, THEN HIMSELF

DAY 8

Hello, Murtaza, this is Abdullah Ketenci, the foreman in Balat.

Yes, Mr. Foreman!

The owner of the building you asked about is a fellow named Nedim.

He's mixed up with a gang that's linked to a double homicide.

Oh, no!

The same gang that killed Sitki and his wife.

Wow, that's awful!

So you dodged a bullet there.

I have other properties for you to consider for your investment.

Okay, I'll need to talk to my people,

and I'll call you back.

Can we meet next week?

Cause I'm going to be out of town for a few days.

No problem, Mr. Foreman,

if you're going out of town we'll just meet next week, that's fine.

- We'll be in touch, thank you. - Thank you, sir.

Our Zincirli leak is big news. The press is linking it to Öner's death.

But Yüksel himself is still nowhere to be found.

We'll see about that.

Hey, Kutsi.

What's new?

This is your friend, the agent. How's your family?

- Please don't do this. - No, it's okay. Don't worry, it's okay.

I just need some information here.

So… where's this Yüksel?

I don't know, Mister Agent. Nobody knows, I swear.

Kutsi… that wife of yours, she needs to be extra careful

when she leaves the house, okay?

It'd be terrible if she had any accidents…

No, the cops went to his ranch. Even his father doesn't know where--

All right, stop whining!

So tell me, does this prick have a girlfriend?

Hey, answer me!

I promise you this, you don't want me to come to your house!

No! Okay, okay, fine.

I'll text you her info and a picture of her.

All right, that's more like it. Good. Good job. Good job.

Hi to the missus.

Later.

Sadık, I admit that was convincing, but aren't you getting a little chatty?

You're talking way too much.

We're vigilantes.

Vigi… what?

Vigilantes. We take the law into our own hands.

Ah! So you're saying that we're the law.

- You bet. - I like that!

Let's go Chico, go!

GÜLHAN KÖSEOĞLU MY PLACE, TOMORROW EVENING

I'll check it out.

DAY 9

The girlfriend's name is Kordela? What the hell kind of a name is that?

I mean, that's even weirder than Mutena.

Şermin's a good name, though.

God rest her soul.

Chief, someone's coming out.

That's her.

I know you all aren't going to like me saying this, but I'm starving.

Well, now we wait.

What do you think she's got inside those bags, sausages?

Grab her, get a hold of her.

Whoa! Hey!

Get her in here!

- Shh! - Hey!

- Police! - Shh.

- Hold her. - What is this?

You're accused of aiding and abetting murder suspect Yüksel Zinchirli.

Cuff her wrists.

And unless you want to add obstruction of justice charges

you'll answer my questions.

Were you just with the suspect? Is he alone, is he armed?

Wait a minute…

You don't have uniforms.

You're not cops, let me go!

Kordela Çetin.

No, we're not cops, which means we can easily hurt you and your family.

So be smart. You want your family to hear about Yüksel?

You want your husband to?

He's unarmed.

And alone.

Excellent. Gag her mouth.

No, no, why the gag?

I told you what you wanted to know--

Let's see what your lover has ordered here…

Two bottles of Scotch.

Hey, Hüso, tough luck, man.

No sausages. No food at all, it looks like.

Passcode for the gate door is 8943.

Passcode for the front door 46983.

Zeynel, let's go.

♪ I close my eyes ♪

♪ And I turn to the sun ♪

♪ Brought to life At the touch of your hand ♪

♪ And all of my fears are disappearing ♪

♪ I follow your light… ♪

46983.

♪ Give me your hand ♪

♪ Let us walk side by side ♪

♪ With you I'll stand Till the end of the line ♪

♪ And all of our dreams Will be appearing ♪

♪ In front of our eyes In broad daylight… ♪

Lovely day, isn't it?

Who are you?

Easy.

Easy, easy.

Sit down.

What is this? Who are you?

Hired agents.

With a focus on collections.

There's this dancer girl and she owes us some commission money.

Name's Mutena,

AKA Burn This World.

So you're not cops?

No.

Good. What's your name?

Öcal Vigilante.

I don't know that name, but listen, mister, why would I deal with dancers?

This is a mistake. You've got the wrong guy.

How about if I told you she was the one blackmailing Öner with your emails?

Are you…

the ones who killed Öner?

Like you, he tried to hold back when we questioned him,

so what choice did we have?

Now, tell us what happened to the girl.

Did you have her killed at the money drop?

- No, no! - Sit!

My guys missed her.

The girl distracted one of 'em and guy grabbed the money!

The truth!

I swear we don't have any idea where the girl

or the weird guy who took the bag are.

Same story all over again.

Weird guy? He's weird how?

Was he hopping like a rabbit?

Did he bounce up and down?

I don't know anything about bouncing,

but my guys said he had this weird laugh as he ran away

like he was mocking them.

Listen, if this is about money, we can sort it out.

That doesn't work. It doesn't.

One guy cackling, another guy who's hopping?

Just when I thought I knew the plot and the mystery was solved,

you throw in another plot twist! You're a huge disappointment here.

I'm sure we can figure something out regarding your fee.

- What's the passcode? - Here…

- What's the fucking code? - 153864.

Listen, inside my safe there's more money than you'd ever dream of.

The passcode is the same first four digits as the phone.

And if this isn't about money, we can still figure something out.

I can offer you something that no one else can give you!

Virus-immune plasma therapy! I have the blood in stock.

It's rare, full of antibodies, able to beat corona or anything!

You couldn't buy it even for millions!

There.

See?

He thinks he can do anything.

Yüksel.

I absolutely hate people like you.

I really do.

You make me sick.

We can figure it out, you say.

That's protected forest, but we'll figure out the zoning.

There's a COVID outbreak, but let the poor squirm and die,

we've got the money to get the blood with antibodies to save us.

We'll figure it out.

We can figure out anything.

Well, I've got this issue with my plot, how about you figure that out?

What is it with you people and the figuring?

Is it a way for the rich to say they're untouchable?

Who are you? What are you saying, huh?

I am a man of great tragedy.

The pain of it can be considerable,

but no man of fiction

could resist an ending like this.

I've always been a sucker for a tragic ending.

No! No, no! No, no, no!

Sir!

Fucking hell, sir.

What have you done?

Well…

couldn't figure this one out.

You done?

You go wait with Hüso.

I'll write a suicide note.

To your father?

If you yell, I'll gag you again.

He's gonna kill you for this.

Your boyfriend Yüksel has just killed himself.

With the same gun he used to kill Öner.

I guess the murders he committed,

and then this bribery scandal… eh, the shame was too much.

- And he shot himself in the head. - Hm.

But hey, here.

See what's in this bag?

One of those glasses you probably clinked in a toast.

Looks like it's got your lipstick on it.

Yeah?

Then there are undies in there.

And we did you another big favor.

We deleted all the love messages between you and Yüksel.

I guess these must be tears of joy.

As for Yüksel…

well, you don't strike me as a woman to cry over a man.

I think you should block out everything from about ten o'clock this morning

up to now. Yeah?

Untie my hands, then.

I need to fix my face up.

Hmm. That was quick.

You two split this up.

It barely covers your losses.

I won't take no for an answer.

Plus some for Meral, huh?

But not too much.

- So what's new? - Don't be cute.

Who are you gonna kill tomorrow?

I mean what the hell is this? A kill a day?

Sadık? What's the matter?

I'm fine.

Let's make tomorrow your last smoking day, all right?

When you did that coughing laugh, those girls stared like you had COVID.

That's it!

Who are you?

Ahmet.

My guys said he did this weird laugh as he ran away,

like he was mocking them.

Of course!

He knows her.

He has her.

Who else could it be?

Of course.

- Who's found who? What do you… - I'd never solve anything without you.

You are my muse!

What am I your muse for?

I'll tell you. Let's go. The buildup to the second mystery…

-Welcome. - Thank you.

- Let's go out back. - Sure.

- Can I get you something? - Ah, no.

Money fixes everything.

Tomorrow we're running ads in all the papers that printed the photos

and this tabloid nightmare will be over.

- Ah, that's good. - But the damage is done.

And they'll never let me adopt Bugül now.

A single woman who's the object of such rumors…

So now I'm going to take the advice of the attorneys.

Which is?

Would you marry me, Sadık?

Just for a while.

- Until I can adopt Bugül. - Mm-hmm.

I see. But why me?

You're trustworthy.

Buket trusted you, and she was right to do so.

You kept our secret.

All right, don't answer now.

How 'bout you think about it, and we'll talk again soon.

Um…

- If you… - No, not that is not going to happen.

It just won't.

Did you think I was going to offer you money? You know I wouldn't.

Though I know… that everyone does always have a price.

And yours is Pınar.

So if I were to convince you to do this…

it would include her.

What if I told you that I'd make sure she'd get a good education,

and give her a bright future with the Köseoğlu Group?

And another perk as well.

That flat you're living in…

it's yours.

And besides, it's just a few years.

And you can continue your writing.

Would you like to meet my daughter?

No.

Little girls just make me cry.

I'll think about it.

DAY 10

Remember that foreman we met in Balat?

- Mm-hmm. - The guy who was a part-time realtor.

- Uh-huh. - I need you to call him.

Tell him that you're calling on behalf of Murtaza from Eskişehir,

that's me, by the way. And tell him that you know we talked, uh,

and you want to look into some properties to turn into hotels.

But to see today, okay? It has to be today.

Okay.

And he's gonna tell you he's not in town now,

so it'll be his assistant.

That's Ahmet, but you don't know that so just play dumb.

- Get an appointment with him. - Okay.

- Sadık? - Mm-hmm.

You're not planning on killing anyone today, are you?

Promise me.

Okay.

RENOWNED BUSINESSMAN FOUND DEAD IN HIS HIDEOUT

Hey, what's happening?

You drive, and I'm gonna get in the back seat.

Did you find Muti somewhere?

We'll see.

Hey, man. What is it you do exactly?

You said it was writing fiction, but that can't be true.

Fiction is my job.

Like scenarios.

Oh, like for a movie?

The cough is just because I have asthma.

It's not COVID.

It's okay, just get in. Come on.

Mr. Murtaza.

Um, take a right at the alley next to Balat Street.

Go to Surdibi.

Drive.

I recently learned how a cough can be confused with a laugh.

Listen to me. I'm only gonna ask this once.

Muti, real name Mutena,

or Burn This World.

Your upstairs neighbor, where is she?

Yüksel's guys said the thief who robbed them was laughing at them.

So you kept the money for yourself.

And you screwed over the girl.

Did you kill her?

Excuse me a sec.

You miss me already?

Hi, something really weird just happened.

Gülhan called me, and she invited both of us to dinner.

I mean, isn't that weird?

What do you think?

I told her I'd ask you. She said tonight at eight o'clock.

Yeah, that is very weird. I'm very surprised.

Eight o'clock is good.

Okay, well… don't be late.

What are you doing?

I'm a little tied up here.

I'm about to kill someone.

You're crazy.

That is true.

All right. Talk.

We're stuck in traffic, boss. Can you text me your location?

Don't hang up. Keep your phone in your pocket so we know where you're at.

Understood.

This one right here.

So is Mutena the only one in there?

Don't fucking move! Hands in the air!

Get his gun.

I said hands in the air!

Walk!

Yeah…

Go on!

Inside! Get in!

Ah.

Clever.

Someone knocks on the door and you come out the other door behind them.

Move it, keep going!

Get over there.

Sit over there.

Sit.

- Who are they? Why'd you bring them here? - They tricked me into it.

What the hell are you looking at?

Well, I'm looking around for Mutena.

Tell me who the hell you are?

Today I'm going by Ziya, but, um, it's Öcal Vigilante.

Are you a foreigner? Who the fuck sent you here?

Deniz Gökyaylı.

My story editor.

She said my plot buildup was weak

and it needed an element of curiosity,

so that's why I'm here.

What the fuck is he saying?

Uh, Ziya here, I mean Öcal… he's a drama guy, he's a man of fiction.

And what's your name?

Wow, Mr. Vigilante, you've got balls looking into my eyes right now.

I guess you can call me Kerim, just for today.

Maybe I'll be in a TV show…

about how I killed you losers!

Oh, sure.

Scene one.

Abandoned house.

Interior, day.

Characters…

Vigilante, Metelik, Ahmet.

Our heroes quietly climb up the staircase.

They knock on the door of number three.

No one answers.

Then suddenly from behind, they hear someone yelling "Don't move!"

- Shut up! - Ah!

When they turn around, they see this armed guy, Kerim…

- Stop! - Ow!

Scene Two.

The two apartments have actually been combined.

- With the doors facing each other! - You moron!

No one can hear you shouting. The building's empty!

Now for the last time, how'd you find Ahmet, and who are you?

Why not ask Ahmet that?

We didn't have to force him.

He's the one who sold you out!

If you'd opened that door, it'd be you sitting here, not us.

Sacit, he's lying!

Why'd you tell me it was some real estate thing? Huh?

It was, man.

Hold that gun on them. If either one moves, shoot them both!

When he comes back, he's gonna kill you too.

Hey!

You got this?

I'll go out and help Hüso!

Metelik, come here!

Sit on him, don't let him move!

This place really smells awful.

I bet there's corona and all kinds of stuff in here.

Where is he?

He's right here, I shot him in the leg.

I gotta hand it to you, Chief.

You got some clever strategies up your sleeve.

Your yelling told us right where to go and what to do.

What happened to your ear?

- What took you so long? - Don't even ask, boss.

We spotted two guys tailing you and Metelik on the way here

so we had to interrogate them, and it got serious.

But when me and Hüso got done with them,

they headed back home with their tails between their legs.

You're talking too much.

Shut up!

- Ow! What are you doing? - Get your ass out of here!

- I'm not giving you any money! - We had a deal! Ow!

- Son of a bitch! Get out! - What the fuck are you doing? Ow!

- Fuck you! - You fucking whore! Ow!

Get out, get out, get out!

Ow!

- Fuck you! - You'll pay for this, you bitch!

So Mutena refused to give you your cut,

and, on top of that, she beat you up pretty good, huh?

So you called this Sacit to help you get your money.

- There you are, you little whore! - Let go of me, you bastard!

Let go!

How do you know Sacit?

One of Sitki's guys.

The house fire guy.

Oh, the friendly neighborhood arsonist. Hm.

All right. Back to the real question.

Where is she now?

Where is she?

Talk!

Hey, Chief!

Watch him.

How long has she been there?

Five or six days.

Shut up! Stop squirming!

Scream if you want, it won't help you!

Too late.

Hüso.

You said if anyone hurt Mutena,

they'd have to deal with you.

You and Mutena were supposed to move to Kaş, right?

That bastard…

has erased Kaş off the map for you.

Go on.

Sir.

I found the money they snatched from Yüksel.

Since the arsonist is busy…

You know how you're gonna die, scumbag?

Choking on your own cough.

My name is Muslera now.

No, don't do it!

No, please!

Don't do this! Don't burn me!

Don't do it!

Don't go!

So ends the first mystery.

The story of Burn This World.

Why do you think Gülhan invited us to dinner?

To her house, even. I mean… it's strange.

She wants my answer, that's why.

She asked me to marry her.

She what?

- Easy! - Sadık, what're you talking about?

Quit laughing, and tell me what you're talking about, you jerk.

You know what? Actually, it's kind of a good plan after all.

Now that I think about it, it makes a lot of sense.

For one thing, you're gonna get a divorce as soon as the adoption process is over.

Two, no matter how carefully they draw up the agreement,

who can guarantee that the temporary husband won't go back on the deal?

Maybe he won't want to give up custody of the child.

It's risky business.

All right.

That's a pretty good plan.

What's your point?

Well, my point is this could be a win-win for Gülhan and for us.

Such a charlatan.

Just think! The flat that we're living in will be all ours,

we'll have that spectacular view, you'll keep writing,

and until I graduate, Gülhan'll be around to keep an eye on you.

It's a wonderful plan.

How do I answer this?

Just talk.

Hüso, talk to me.

Chief! The news says we're on lockdown for the whole weekend!

I'm at the store, and you can't believe these people.

They're stripping the shelves like vultures!

They're grabbing whatever they can get their hands on!

- I'm sending you a list.

I bought food for Chico, but take a look and tell me if I missed anything, okay?

Hey, quit laughing! This place is a war zone!

I've got people trying to take stuff out of my cart!

Just hurry up, okay, or we're gonna starve to death.

You hear me? We'll starve!

BASED ON THE NOVEL "TEN DAYS OF A CURIOUS MAN"