ONCE UPON ATIME IN ANATOLIA
Izzet, bring him over.
Is it here?
Huh?
- No. - What?
- It's not here. - You sure?
How do you know it's not here?
- The place wasn't like this. - What?
The place wasn't like this. There was a field.
What sort of field? On a slope or flat?
Flat. There was like a round tree.
A round tree?
Chief, does he mean the fountain down beside Kizilkaya?
Oh, the one by whatsitsname..
- There's a fiield there? - Sure.
- So you're saying it's not here. - No.
OK. Take him away, Izzet.
Mr Prosecutor, seems there's another fountain like this down below.
He says it's not here, so I'd guess it's there.
- So it's not here either. - No. That's what he says.
Fine. Let's go then.
- We call it 'komus' where I come from. - Whatever. So one night...
It's late. Everyone's tanked up.
- You listening, doctor? - Of course, chief.
So we're all drunk and the tax offiicer walks off.
I think, he's an ass-licker. He'll come back with something.
Soon as he sees a big wig, he gets to work.
- That's Nedim. - Who?
- The tax offiicer at the time. - No, it was Sinasi.
Nedim came before him.
Oh, yes. He'd throw back his head to talk. Fat and bald.
Around two months after Mr. Galip arrived...
...he got posted somewhere else.
Well, he goes off with the waiters.
And they come back with three trays.
- See a tray and what do you think? - Kebabs.
You'd think kebabs. Meat.
But no!. It's yoghurt. What kind of yoghurt?
Not the soupy kind we know. It's hard as rock.
- You need a knife to cut the stuff. - Sure it wasn't cheese, chief?
Cheese?
You think I don't know yoghurt from cheese, doctor?
What do you take me for?
That stuff"s delicious, doctor. Especially in spring.
No, it was yoghurt. But buffalo yoghurt.
Not sheep or whatever, buffalo yoghurt.
They have buffalo stuff at the dairy down from our quarters.
- Where is there a dairy? - Down from our quarters, sir.
Which quarters are you in? What dairy?
You know that dairy below our quarters?
- By Kivircik's place? - Yes, sir.
They sometimes make it there.
- That stuff"s pasteurized! - No, it's buffalo. I've tried it.
- It kind of smelled. - It smells if it's good.
Buffalo yoghurt.. Wouldn't I know if they had it at the corner shop?
- I'm crazy about the stuff. - To be honest, chief, you don't know.
I tried it. But it just seemed to smell a bit.
Because it's good. The animals eat fresh grass in spring, right, doctor?
Arab, some people have no taste for the good things.
I mention buffalo yoghurt and the guy says it smells.
He doesn't know the real thing. What's he used to?
Pasteurized. You can get pasteurized from any shop.
No, chief. My deceased mother used to make it.
They can't make it like that now.
You know, I see stuff sometimes that really bugs me.
In the supermarket. 'Skimmed' yoghurt. What the hell is that?
'Skimmed' yoghurt. You'd be ashamed to write the words.
There's a good dollop of cream in buffalo yoghurt.
Nedim was in Mr. Galip's time. That's the guy.
- He was a good man. - And nice.
Nice, meaning harmless. Harmless passes for nice these days.
Useful doesn't come into it, Arab.
OK, where is it then?
Well..
Huh?
Well, umm...
Kenan!
- Speak to me! Where is it? - I don't know.
- I mean, I'd been drinking. - What?
- I'd been drinking. - Huh?
You'd been drinking.
- You'd been drinking? - Yes.
- Had your brother been drinking too? - He doesn't drink.
So you don't remember exactly?
Say something. Say there was a tree, anything!
Was it up by the fountain or below the road? Say something!
Ramazan.
Come over here, lad.
Can you show me, lad? Where it was then?
Huh? Where was it?
Ramazan, don't be scared now. Just say where it was.
I don't know.
You don't know?
You don't know or you don't remember?
- I was asleep. - What do you mean?
Answer me, lad!
- I was asleep. - Huh?
I was asleep.
You were asleep.
Kenan.
Just get your head together and let's be done with this, huh?
Is this the place?
- I think so. - You think so?
Over by that fountain, if we...
- Over here? - Yes.
Your tree.. The trees are down below. Or was the tree by the fountain?
It's dark now. I need to look.
Sergeant, point those headlights this way.
Mehmet, turn the car round to face the fountain.
Izzet, bring him over.
Is this the place?
Well...
Yes?
It looks like here, but those trees...
- Which trees? - On a diagonal with those trees...
- Yes? - There was a dug-up fiield.
- You mean ploughed? - Yes.
Come here. Look, this is ploughed. You mean here?
Huh?
Diggers! Over here!
Check for any newly dug holes.
Quick!
Where exactly in the fiield?
Right by the entrance, or what?
- Huh? - There was a round tree.
What kind of tree?
I say that because it was easy to dig.
You say there was a round tree. What do you mean?
Did you dig under the tree?
Kenan, now look here.
Are you trying to distract me?
It won't get you anywhere.
Whatever we talked about at the police station, that's it.
You come out here and you lose your head.
I'm treating you decently. So be a man and show me the place.
Huh?
Where is it?
Is it here? Hey, is it here?
Mr Prosecutor, he says this isn't the place either.
Naci. Didn't you say to me everything was all set?
Yes, Mr Prosecutor, but... They'd been drinking that night. And the darkness...
I have to be in Ankara in the morning. You know that. I told you.
I know, but everywhere looks kind of the same to be honest.
Look, we all came out here counting on you.
Arab, the guys got left behind. Can't you see? Give them a shout.
Hey, Hayrettin!
Shape up! Move it!
Quick! Move it!
It's easy to just sit there and talk.
Right, Arab?
What's that, boss?
I'm saying it's easy to sit there and spout.
Look, did I give you any guarantees?
Did I? Am I an insurance company?
I take the suspects' statements. The guys confess.
They say they'll show us the place. So I say let's wrap up the case.
What else can I say?
The place has to be Girmacakil, boss. Can't be anywhere else.
Because he's talking about an old bridge.
Easier said than done, of course. You attend the questioning then!
First you dump the job on me, then you give me a hard time about it!
Give me a break, Arab! How many times have I told you I gave up?
You're stressed out, right, boss? Just thought you'd loosen up a bit.
Ah, hello? Hello.
It's dragging on, you know. That's why I haven't called.
You should go to bed. Tonight's going to be a bit..
I'm saying go to bed. Go to bed. Sweetie, this. It won't end soon.
Where am I? On the road. In the car with Arab Ali. We're out looking.
We're heading towards Girmacakil.
Not Diyarbakir, Girmacakil.
Hello?
How am I supposed to call? Look, there's no signal.
Oh, that. I was going to yesterday but..
OK, the doctor's here with me now. I'll take care of it.
I didn't forget.
I didn't forget, dearest. Would I? What way is that to talk?
OK, fiirst thing tomorrow I'll..
OK, I'll take care of it.
I didn't forget for goodness sake. OK.
How's the boy? Hello?
Hey, doctor. My boy's out of pills. I..
I meant to stop by yesterday for a prescription, but forgot again.
The wife keeps asking, of course.
- Can we sort it out in the morning? - Sure, no problem.
Thanks. Let me get the thing or it won't be...
What's going on now? Why's he stopped?
What's up?
I always get lost on this road. Why don't you go fiirst, chief?
You know none of the roads and still you get to drive for the courthouse!
What's holding them up?
How many times is that now? Three or four?
I've been counting, sir. It's fiive including this time.
Doctor, that's prostate, right? The prosecutor's thing?
It depends. Maybe, maybe not.
Five times and it still depends?
Well, without an examination..
I get up once a night. Twice if I've drunk a lot of water.
That's normal, isn't it?
Right, once a night is fiine. Quite normal.
But after a certain age it's worth getting checked.
You're coming in the morning, right? I can examine you then.
No, God forbid!
- Why? - I know how it's done.
Oh, right.
There's nothing wrong with me.
But check the prosecutor, I'd say.
He's coming.
Is it above the road or below? Let's hear that fiirst.
Huh?
You came this way.
- Down there.. - You're saying it's down there?
What about the tree? Where's the round tree?
The tree there, you can see the top. Can we look there?
- That tree down there? - Yes.
Headlights, sergeant! Headlights down below!
Mehmet, point the lights down below.
- Diggers, over here! - Mr. Naci!
- Shall we bring Suspect Two this time? - No, not necessary.
- What's your name? - Hayrettin, chief.
- Fahrettin? - Hayrettin, chief.
Why did you both bring shovels? Huh? Fahrettin?
Hayrettin, chief.
I'm asking you something and you correct me, son of a bitch.
If you can't dig up the ground here, I'll use you as a pickaxe.
Got that, Fahrettin?
Captain, switch to full-beam! Is that full-beam?
- Come down a bit. - Is that full-beam?
Switch to full-beam! Point them at the trees!
What's going on? Where are they?
- Down there, looking around. - Is this the place?
No idea, doctor.
First the guy talks about fiields, now he says it's the hillside.
I don't get it.
Hey, Arab.
There's a bunch of sculptures over there.
Sculptures?
Oh right, yes. There's a lot around here.
They're paying you overtime, right, doctor?
I don't know. I expect so.
They will.
They should.
The money's good when it's a corpse.
Look at Tevfiik. He never misses a chance.
All that overtime and suddenly there's a second storey on his house.
It's raining like crazy over in Igdebeli, doctor.
It'll be here before you know it.
I come here a lot, doctor.
You see, I love it here. I jump in the car.
I fiill up my pockets with bullets, 40 or 50, come here and fiire away.
If there's no game around, then straight into the air.
How can I say?
It's a way of letting off steam.
So you have a gun, huh?
Who doesn't round here, doctor?
You can't do without a gun.
There's good people and bad. You can never tell.
If it comes to it, you have to be ruthless.
And shoot them right between the eyes.
That's how it is around here, doctor.
You're kind of forced to take matters into your own hands.
If you can't manage yourself, they'll handle it just like that.
You won't know how it happened.
That's how it is. Behind the wheel, by the window, and for free as well.
They won't fall for it.
They won't be fooled.
They're tricky crooks. What's worse, they make out you owe them.
I know, I'm telling you.
You have to stay in the circle, and keep an eye on the center.
How about the hoop? Would that do? Sure, that's OK too.
But in the right place at the right time.
The thing is.. If it comes to it, you also have to be able to give up.
We none of us live forever, do we, doctor?
The Prophet Solomon. He lived to 750.
Gold, jewels.. Well, he died in the end too.
Right, doctor?
It's raining on Igdebeli.
Let it.
It's been raining for centuries. What difference does it make?
But not even 100 years from now, Arab...
...neither you, me, the prosecutor or the police chief..
Well, as the poet said...
Still the years will pass..
And not a trace will remain of me..
Darkness and cold will enfold my weary soul..
Isn't that so, Arab?
Hey, steady on, doctor!
We're not done yet! And you've buried us before we're even dead.
You shouldn't think like that.
I don't know. It's dragging on.
- It's the boredom getting to me. - No.
Don't, you know.. Maybe you're bored to death now.
But one day, you may get a kick out of the stuff going on here.
When you have a family...
...you'll have a story to tell. Is that so bad?
You can say, "Once upon a time in Anatolia... "
"... when I was working out in the sticks... "
"... I remember this one night which began like this. "
You can tell it like a fairytale.
- Isn't that right, doctor? - Yes. Sure.
C'mon, Arab! Get ready to move on.
OK, Mr Prosecutor. We're all sorted.
The place is defiinite now. Not here, but at the next bend.
Soon as we get there...
We're done, guys. Everyone in the cars. At the double!
- Lead the way, Mr Prosecutor. - Let's go.
- Get in! Leg out of the way! - C'mon, Arab!
Sergeant, I'll give you a shout if we need Suspect Two. OK?
Right, OK.
Back out! Out!
I do a cross-examination and look what the guy says!
"Shall I bring you Suspect Two?" He's carving a role for himself there.
- Arab, are you in love or something? - No, boss. But..
The car won't move. It won't move.
Shall I tell you something? Look, that junior offiicer...
Arab, put your foot down.
- Arab, you're sticking it in third! - What shall we do? Push?
C'mon, out.
Shall we push, Mr. Naci?
- Leave it to us. - Izzet. Don't stand there. Push!
- Chief, he's in third gear. - Bravo!
- You start in second, idiot! - I'm here.
Captain.. Over here.
God! C'mon, speed up!
Hold it!
- OK, move! - Hey, boss..
You never get good LPG on the way out of Kirikkale. Never! I have my place.
I don't want to say this, you know, but..
It's always Tevfiik. Rely on him for anything and sure enough..
What model's this car?
Arab, we're on the right road, right?
Inshallah, boss. As the song goes, we're riding on a sign bound for hell.
We do whatever sir in the back says. And he asks me what's going on.
For God's sake. How do I know?
But well, if the old bridge can't be anywhere except Girmacakil.
Huh?
- Actually, on the way to the dam... - Look, don't give me dams now!
- The dam's miles away! - There's an old bridge there too.
But obviously, boss, that's in the wrong direction.
Hey! Did you see anything like a dam?
Is he asleep? Wake him up!
- Wake up, you! - Didn't I tell you to keep him awake?
- I didn't realize. - You never goddamn listen!
Was there a dam? You see anything like it on the way?
- Was there a dam? - No.
- You sure? - Yes.
Yes?
- It could be across there. - What?
Across there.
- You mean the slope across there. - Yes.
OK. Sergeant!
Turn the car around.
And beam the lights straight at that facing slope.
Mehmet, over here. Follow me.
Yes. Beam those lights. Turn around.
OK, that's good.
Watch out for the water. Go ahead.
God! Diggers, where are you?
Don't wait for an invitation every time. Run automatically!
That's my socks gone, Izzet.
What do you say, Mr Prosecutor? Looks like we fiinally cracked it, huh?
Don't be so sure, doctor.
Well, Naci seems pretty confiident this time.
Ignore Naci.
He's just a handful of bees, as my mother would say.
All noise and no action.
Was it Fahrettin, your name? What?
You don't have kids, do you, doctor?
No.
- I'm not even married, Mr Prosecutor. - I know that but..
Actually, I was married, but I divorced two years ago.
Good thing then.
- What? - I said good thing then.
I mean, there being no kids.
- Divorce isn't easy if there's kids. - Right.
I didn't want kids.
Basically, doctor, you've done the best thing.
Look at the times we live in.
Here you go. And this is nothing.
How many more examples, only worse!
With some of the deaths I come across in this job...
...you need to be less a prosecutor than an astrologer to fiind the cause.
Whichever way you look, you just can't make sense of it.
There was a woman, for example.
The wife of a friend.
One day, the woman said she'd die on a specifiic date fiive months later.
And sure enough, when that day came around...
...the woman dropped dead.
- What do you mean? - Exactly what I said.
She said she'd have her baby and die fiive months later.
And a few days after giving birth...
...she dropped dead...
...for no reason at all.
- So the woman was pregnant? - Yes.
And she was a smart, educated woman, not in the least superstitious.
Oh, and she was just gorgeous too.
Mr Prosecutor..
- Would you like some cream biscuits? - Yes, sergeant. I'm starving. Thanks.
- Dr Cemal? - No, thanks.
I see you've come prepared, sergeant.
That's what marks out a soldier.
Luckily I had some spare fuel put in the back too. Two cans, sir.
Good thinking.
Because at this rate...
who knows how far we'll be going.
Right now we're 34 km from the town centre, sir.
Really?
- We've come that far? - I'd even say 35 km.
We've been outside the municipal limits for a while.
Right.
This business is dragging on.
Will there be a problem with the report, sir?
What?
Will Naci get us to sign the report, or sign himself?
- We don't want a problem there. - With the investigation report?
Yes. Beyond the municipal limits is gendarmerie territory.
- We don't want a problem there. - No, sergeant.
- The crime took place in town. - Yes.
If it hadn't, you'd be right. That's not the case.
For that reason, Mr. Naci is still in charge. There isn't a problem.
OK. Obviously we take orders from you.
Can I have another one?
- Dr Cemal, like one? - No, thanks.
The butcher thinks about meat, the lamb about the knife.
The man's only worry is the municipal boundaries.
Look at him! He's even bothered to count the kilometers.
So what was the cause of that woman's death?
The gorgeous woman you were talking about.
What was her cause of death? What did the doctors say?
You little fucker! Son of a bitch!
You fucking dickhead! Are you taking the piss?
- Am I your plaything? - Mr. Naci! What's going on?
- Chief! - Get away! Asshole!
- Naci! - Fuck you!
Naci!
You understand this language, right? Dickhead!
Come here! Show me that round tree!
Show me a round tree, or your whole family's fucked!
Naci! What the hell is going on?
- Here! Show the prosecutor that tree... - Hold it! Just calm down!
Here, Mr Prosecutor. Out of my way!
He's going to show us a round tree.
Get off him, OK? Izzet! Take him away.
- What is this, acting like a kid? - This business ends tonight, asshole!
Now look here, Naci!
Just calm down!
What's this ruckus about? You can't go about things like this!
For God's sake. Now look here, just come with me.
- This business ends tonight, fucking... - Naci!
What is this? No rough stuff!
- You'll have us both in trouble. - It's the language he understands.
No, out of the question!
You'll have us both in trouble. If he was left to you, then what?
But Mr Prosecutor, the guy said during questioning...
...that we'd come out here, he'd show us, and we'd be done.
- I don't want to disappoint you. - You questioned him.
I dropped everything in Ankara and came back for your sake.
We've been wandering about for hours. My patience is running out.
My whole thing is to get you to Ankara as fast as possible.
- That's gone pear-shaped too. - He only understands that language!
- Shameless git! - First, just calm down, OK?
Just calm down. We have a bit more time.
Let's fiinish the job and I'll be off. We won't get anywhere like this.
It's my responsibility that you're out here. I...
You know the new code of procedures?
It's the new code that made this mess.
Look, Naci. I like you..
I wouldn't want to lead an inquiry into your conduct.
Is this how we'll get into the European Union? No way!
- Even in the EU, dickheads like... - I know everyone's tired.
Give me another half-hour and if I don't nail the asshole...
Naci! Everyone's tired, I know.
But you should have cleared this up during questioning.
Now is not the time. We've been on the road for hours.
What do we do now? Give up?
No, Mr Prosecutor. Why give up? I'll get this done tonight.
Another half-hour with him and I'll.. Don't get me wrong, I won't..
You know what we'll do then?
The team's tired as it is. We'll grab something to eat.
We'll have a break and calm down. OK? And carry on after that.
OK, guys. There's no problem.
Izzet, wipe his mouth.
Let's not get demoralized.
We'll have a break now. Then carry on.
- Tevfiik! - Yes, Mr Prosecutor?
Remember you said there was a village near here?
- You mean Ceceli, sir? - At the mayor's place.
- Ceceli, sir. Arab's wife's village. - Really?
- Ceceli. - We're going to Ceceli then.
- Mr Prosecutor? - Yes?
There's Koshger. It's closer, cleaner, more, you know..
We should go there.
But Koshger's at least 7-8 km away. Ceceli's only 5-6 km.
Mr Prosecutor, the Ceceli road's a bit risky.
- What's risky about it? - Floods have wrecked the road.
- I tried going last week in a tractor. - I went with the agriculturists.
It was no problem. The road was fiine.
- Did you go the Harmanli way? - Yes.
They must have fiixed that bit.
- I'm talking about whatsit.. - Masat.
- Yes. - Well, where are we going? To Ceceli.
Does it matter which way we go? Aren't we going to Ceceli?
You mentioned Harmanli! Otherwise, go whatever way.
The outcome?
In that case, let's...
We're going to Ceceli.
- Tevfiik? - Yes, Mr Prosecutor?
Call the mayor. Tell him the prosecutor's coming.
- Have him make tea and whatever. - Right away, Mr Prosecutor!
Bring him over.
Let me have a look.
Got a cigarette?
Did you say something?
Can I have a cigarette if you've got one?
Sure.
Arab, give me a cigarette, will you?
- What's up, doctor? - You light it.
- Thanks. - Hang on, doctor! Don't give it to him.
What do you want with that cigarette? Huh?
What do you want with that cigarette?
I'm talking to you! What do you want with it?
He wants a smoke. What else?
No, wait. You tell me, you! What do you want with that cigarette?
Look, if you want a cigarette, fiirst you have to earn it.
Nothing comes for free anymore.
Look at the prosecutor.
The guy studied law, he's worked.
He can smoke and he can give people hell.
Why? Because he's earned it.
What have you done? Made idiots of us.
No, none of that.
No more free cigarettes.
We're tuned to another channel now.
Doctor, you don't know these guys.
They're such bastards they'd rob you blind, the assholes.
He's seen you're a pigeon. He's plotting now as we speak.
It's over.
From now on, I'm talking a different language to you.
Thanks.
Are they here? Esat!
Haci, come here.
Open the gates, quick!
Mukhtar my friend, the prosecutor.
- Hello, mukhtar. - Welcome. Thanks for coming.
- How are you, mukhtar? - Welcome, chief. Welcome.
Doctor, welcome.
Welcome, sergeant. Bless you. Come on in!
It's so good of you to come. Bless you. Really.
- Are the dogs tied up? - They won't bite or anything.
Esat, hold him.
Come on. He won't do anything.
- This way. Are you tired? - Very.
- What's up at this time of night? - An investigation.
- Really? - Into an incident.
- Sorry, our visit is hardly timely. - Not at all! It's an honour!
Yalcin, don't hang around there! In you go now!
Mr. Naci, doctor, in you go.
For heaven's sake, c'mon, sergeant. In you go.
So, it takes a death to get you to our village, Mr Prosecutor?
True, the doctor came the other day to vaccinate the babies, bless him.
But his thing's different.
Well, we'd come, mukhtar, but we had to twist Arab's arm.
Why?
How do I know? He went on about all the donkey people in the village.
- Whatever that means. - You believe that nutcase, chief?
Ignore the nutcase. He never stops talking, to himself as well.
If we start on him, I could talk for hours.
His grandfather's nickname was Cafer the Donkey Man.
- Really? - Of course.
- Cafer what? - Cafer the Donkey Man.
Arab, is that true?
Boss, my grandfather traded donkeys. What else would his nickname be?
The guys here are another kind of donkey men.
Ignore what he says, chief. Arab's a decent fellow actually.
One of the family. We like him. We gave him a bride from the village.
- Really? - Yes. He's family.
What way is that to talk about people from your wife's village?
- For some reason, Arab doesn't like us. - Your wife's village? Shame on you!
What's likeable about the gossip hole? You think I'd throw my arms round it?
- There's no smoke without fiire. - Just eat up, Tevfiik, you ass-kisser.
Got any cola?
The lad wants cola. There isn't any. Is ayran OK?
Cola? Give him water.
- Arab! - Right, OK.
Mr Prosecutor, we still haven't sorted out that cemetery business.
- Sorry, I'm going to bore you now. - Not at all.
Can you talk to the district governor? He'll listen to you.
Sure, I'll talk to the governor, but what's the business about?
It's nothing really.
We want to fiix the cemetery wall but just can't get the funding.
Well?
The wall's in ruins, so animals go and shit there, pardon my language.
It's misery for the dead and a nuisance for the villagers.
The main thing is to knock down the outbuildings by the entrance...
...and build a nice morgue there. It's been okayed by the village elders.
- Build what? - A morgue. And a body-washing room.
A morgue with a body-washing room.
The project's ready, the paperwork's all done...
...but we can't get started without the contract or funding.
Mr. Naci, it's essential, believe me.
If we manage to pull it off, the village will have a great masterpiece.
I swear to God, we don't know what to do with the dead in summer.
- Why? - They smell.
- Try burying them. - Why wait? Bury them.
We would, but the village has suffered from emigration.
- Emigration? - There's only old folk left.
Now when brides and daughters start phoning from Istanbul..
We have a lot of relatives in Germany. They want to come and see the body.
You get them on the phone saying, "Don't bury dad, I have to kiss him. "
Fine, but the man smells. Where are you going to kiss him?
What can you say? You have to wait.
They haven't been back in 10 years, but the parents are here.
Only old people are left.
It takes someone to die before they think of the village.
When I say this, the gossip starts. That's my real problem.
What do they say?
That I'll squander village money on a morgue. As if there's any money!
It's only gossip of course, God forbid.
My sons are doing all right, thank the Lord.
I've raised them. They've flown the nest.
The oldest is in the defense industry in Kirikkale. He's doing fiine.
I have two grandchildren there. The second's a policeman in Canakkale.
- Great. - In Yenice.
A colleague for you, Izzet.
Next down is a girl. We married her to a sergeant.
So we're doing all right. The kids are all right.
But the villagers are dirt poor. They aren't well off.
- How many terms have you done? - This year, God willing...
- ... I'll be standing for a third term. - Look at that!
I had absolutely no intention of standing this time, believe me.
But the neighbours insisted.
You have a son?
- What, at home? - You have a son?
- I told you, I have two. The fiirst... - Yes, in the defense industry.
There's no one left at home.
Just the wife and Sinan, bless him. He helps out.
- Thanks, Mrs Mukhtar. It was great. - Thank you.
And there's number four, the youngest girl, Cemile.
No one except her. She's the last, an afterthought.
We manage, thank the Lord.
And when friends like you turn up, it's an honor and delight.
But I tell you, the meat is out of this world.
- Isn't it? - It's lamb, right?
Lamb. It's all we eat, chief. We only eat lamb at home.
- Some don't. They say it smells. - They say that.
But lamb is the meat to eat.
- Why aren't you having any? - I just have.
- Can't you fiix the fellow a sandwich? - I am, mukhtar. Don't worry.
Sure, we have to feed our main man.
- Thanks a lot. - Enjoy it, Mr Prosecutor.
- Doctor, that's pure comb honey. - Comb honey?
- Right. A must for putting on bread. - Mukhtar, it's delicious, really.
Could you spare me a small jar?
Sinan! Find a jar this size. Clean it up, and get your aunt
to fiill it with honey.
They'll pick it up when they go.
Don't hold back, for goodness sake.
Some more bread. And pickles.
- There you go. - It's the wind.
The same thing happened yesterday. It'll come back in 15 minutes.
Mukhtar, forget the morgue. Get the village electricity fiixed.
First, the electricity.
What was that saying about having no money to..? Never mind.
Mr. Naci, we have many problems. They're all important.
But this is the wind.
Cemile!
Cemile, come here a minute, girl!
Two lamps.
One for the toilet, one for here. Off you go now.
It'll come back. It will.
It'll come back.
God give us health before all else. Electricity, water, the rest will come.
The wind's been wild this past week, you know.
Cemile!
Thanks a lot.
Cemile, my girl!
- Mukhtar, where was that toilet? - You can't go on your own.
Here, wait. Let me lead the way.
You follow me.
Let's have a smoke.
Bring the lamps in here, girl. Look, I told you two lamps.
Mr. Naci, come on.
It's no good without you.
Don't think I didn't see you laugh when I mentioned elections just now.
He who holds the honey jar gets to lick his fiingers, right?
And you say you'd never marry from here.
Thanks.
Yasar!
Aren't you dead?
Kenan!
Hey, Kenan!
C'mon, get up!
I'm not done with you yet. Get up!
What did I say? No sleeping before we're done with this!
Now get up! Izzet, bring him along.
- Shall I get the store opened for soda? - No, forget food and drink.
Is there nothing to sit on in there?
- Shall I bring a chair, chief? - No, forget it.
"You got to allow for that," he says. "You have her left or right in bed?"
So I say, "What's the difference?"
He goes, "Do it the other way round and you'll get one hell of a headache. "
Well, a mukhtar like that produces an angel like that..
Extraordinary.
But what a waste.
She'll just fade away in this godforsaken village.
The beautiful usually have a bad fortune, doctor.
So why did you say that woman died?
Which woman?
The woman you described as gorgeous?
Your friend's wife.
What was the cause of her death? I mean, what did the doctors say?
There really was no cause.
As I said, it was the most bizarre death.
One day, the guy said to his wife...
"Let's sell the old banger by autumn and get a decent car instead. "
The woman answered, "Do what you like. "
"I won't be here in autumn anyway. I'll be dead. "
The guy made nothing of it at fiirst. He thought his wife was joking.
But the woman said, "It's no joke. I'm serious. "
"I tell you, I'm going to die after having the baby," she said.
The guy was annoyed naturally.
But he didn't dwell on it too much because the woman was pregnant.
As you know, women tend to be a bit volatile when they're pregnant.
They can get terribly gloomy. So the guy put it down to that.
He didn't dwell on her words.
But...
...the next day, it was the same words again.
Then came the day of the birth.
It went quite normally and they had a healthy baby girl.
Before long, the woman was at home lying in bed...
...and wanted to cuddle the baby.
So they brought her the baby.
The woman gave the baby a kiss and a cuddle and so on.
And afterwards...
...she said, "Well, I can die now. "
And sure enough, she died soon after right in front of everyone's eyes.
There you go, doctor. Those are the facts.
She died the very minute she said she would.
Let's see what sense you can make of them now.
Well, was there an autopsy?
Why?
To get a clearer picture of the cause of death.
You haven't been listening. The cause of death was clear.
Anyway, if there'd been anything suspicious...
...you think I'd have let it go?
No one dies because they say they will.
She must have poisoned herself or something.
Poisoned herself?
What gives you that idea, doctor?
If there'd been anything suspicious, wouldn't we have acted on it?
I'm a prosecutor. It's my job to be suspicious.
We'd have looked into it, of course. But the doctors said a heart attack.
There was a report saying so then.
Honestly, I still think...
...an autopsy would have been better.
Come on! You don't need an autopsy if the cause of death is clear.
Because it was clear.
A heart attack.
You'd be right, if the cause of death was unknown.
Besides,...
...her family saw no need for an autopsy.
Carving up a beautiful young woman for no reason.
There you have it, doctor, how the loveliest woman left this life.
But then, there's also this.
Some drugs can trigger it, but obviously I can't tell now.
What?
Some drugs can trigger a heart attack if taken in high doses.
It just came to mind.
- Mr. Nusret, how about a tea? - No, thanks. I've had some already.
- Don't be shy, for heaven's sake. - Thanks, mukhtar.
I'm so embarrassed about the power failure.
But there's nothing I can do.
Mr Prosecutor, can you come here a minute?
- It's got a bit complicated. - How?
The guy says it's his kid.
- Which kid? - The victim Yasar's son.
Yasar supposedly didn't know. He thought he was the father.
He says on the night of the incident he was drunk and it just slipped out.
You want to come and have a word?
Let me have a word then.
- Is that 'bazlama' bread? - Yes.
- It smells great. - Help yourself.
Thanks. I'm full actually but..
- The smell. - Right.
- Arab! - Boss?
Come here, c'mon!
- Give me a cigarette. - What?
Give me a cigarette.
Hand it over.
That mayor's daughter..
She's beautiful.