It's here.
Abidin, record that before it's ruined. Then put them in an envelope.
What the hell is that?
God, all we needed was a dog.
Shoo! Fuck off!
Shoo!
Izzet!
Mr Prosecutor!
We've found it.
Diggers, move it! Faster!
Just don't touch!
Let Abidin get it on camera fiirst. Abidin!
Over here!
I expect the dogs dug it up, right?
I expect so.
OK, that'll do. That's fiine.
Hayrettin, let's...
Start gently from the edges. Dig around him like this.
Then lift him out here. OK? Now take it slowly.
Careful! Hold it there. Not the head!
- Look, grab the shoulders. - The shoulders.
- Slowly! Slow down. - Give that here. Hold this.
He'll come out now.
Go on, lift him.
There we go. Tevfiik, give a hand here.
Goodness sake!
Careful, guys, for God's sake!
Don't turn him over. Lift him as he is, guys.
Two, three..
Here, over here. Bring him over!
Put him here.
Arab! Pull up his trousers.
OK.
Look at that!
What way is that to tie someone up? Is that human, Mr Prosecutor?
It's inhuman!
Look, you killed him, but why tie him up like that?
What about respect for the dead? Got none of that either? Sadist shit!
- Naci, just calm down. - Look at him! Why tie the guy up?
- Naci! - You're not human!
Naci, calm down for God's sake! Huh? Look, we still have work to do here!
- You're not human! Sadist shit! - Naci!
Naci, come over here. Come on.
- Look, you've done a good job. - They shouldn't be treated like humans!
They just deserve to be tied up just like him.
OK. Come over here.
I'm the one who killed Yasar.
Shut the fuck up! Moron!
Your work's done. The rest is my job.
Just calm down. Huh?
Let's get the job done as fast as possible.
Yes, now let's...
Let's continue.
Doctor, let's now draft a crime scene investigation report.
- Sure. - Abidin, you get ready too.
Tevfiik's getting the laptop from the car, Mr Prosecutor.
Quick! Hurry! There's still a lot to do.
Bring it here.
Take this to the car.
Almost ready, Mr Prosecutor.
Yes, Mr Prosecutor.
Get typing then.
Location: Kizilcullu.
...in the north of the administrative district...
Sergeant, what do you say? Is this Kizilcullu here?
Well, Mr Prosecutor, it's like this.
The Fountain is right on the border.
This side is Saricullu, the other side Kizilcullu.
- So? - Well, it's quite simple.
Suppose we drew a line between us and the fountain.
This side to the north is Kizilcullu and the south side Saricullu.
- Sir... - Meaning?
Well, if you look at the map coordinates...
...it'll tell you exactly whether this is Kizilcullu or..
Well, we could say Kizilcullu, but it also tends towards Saricullu.
Being outside the municipal limits, I know this point very well.
- The municipal map actually marks this... - OK.
- ... as the exact boundary point. - OK. Location, Saricullu.
...in the vicinity of Kavurgali village...
...around how many km from the municipal seat?
- I'd say we've come 30 km. - We're currently 37 km away, sir.
...37 km from the municipal seat.
A visit was made to the fiield beside the fountain at the above location.
Within the said roadside fiield..
It's a good 25-30 m, right?
- I can measure it, sir. - No need, sergeant.
It was verifiied that the corpse lay buried...
...some 30 m from the edge.
The ground was dug up...
...and the body exhumed by the appointed offiicers.
It was observed...
...that the corpse...
...had been hogtied.
- Have you got that? - Yes, Mr Prosecutor.
The rope was cut.
Hayrettin, cut the rope now.
No, not here.
That's right.
That's it.
Turn him over on his back.
Yes, now.
Open a new paragraph.
- Abidin. - Yes, Mr Prosecutor.
The corpse was clothed...
...in a pair of dark blue, heavy-duty work trousers...
...and a yellow and grey shirt. - Your man's going for it.
- He's twittering. - We slog all night, you just revel.
- New paragraph, Abidin. - Yes, Mr Prosecutor.
The thing to be in life is a master of revels.
Tevfiik, count this.
The male corpse measured 180 cm tall.
How old is the victim, doctor?
- I think we could say 35-40. - You are right.
Was aged 35-40...
...looked like Clark Gable...
...weighed an estimated 80-90 kg..
Abidin, you've got that word for word, huh?
You look a bit like Clark Gable, you know, Mr Prosecutor?
- Sorry, but... - OK, stop the banter.
Let's be serious now.
Where were we?
- Weighed an estimated 80-90 kg.. - Yes, 80-90 kg.
Had a moustache...
...and three-four days' beard growth.
It was verifiied that rigor mortis... What shall we say here, doctor?
We could say rigor mortis had worn off.
OK.
It was verifiied that rigor mortis had worn off in the arms and legs.
Have you got that?
Due to physical circumstances... Well, what shall we say?
We can't do an autopsy here, so let's say something like this:
...unsuitable conditions necessitated...
...that an autopsy be performed at the state hospital.
You're right. Yes.
Due to circumstances being ill-suited to the performance of an autopsy...
...and because hospital conditions would be more appropriate...
...it was decided to have a conventional autopsy performed...
...to transfer the corpse to town...
...to establish the exact cause of death...
...to drive the corpse to town...
...in one of the investigation vehicles.
That's OK, isn't it?
- Right, Mr Prosecutor. - Yes.
Hayrettin! Go and get him ready to take away.
Put him in a body bag fiirst.
At university...
...people used to call me Clark Nusret...
...by the way.
But really, you look a lot like Clark Gable, Mr Prosecutor.
No body bag.
- No? - No.
- You didn't bring the body bag? - Did you?
- But I told you! - What's up?
Tevfiik forgot the body bag, Mr Prosecutor.
Bringing body bags isn't my job!
- I told you to get it though. - When did you tell me?
OK, cut it out!
- Before going to the courthouse. - Cut it out!
How could you forget the goddamn body bag?
You knew where we were going!
Hayrettin, grab a blanket. Run! Quick!
When did your village ever turn out any real men?
Quick!
Look who's talking! Ratting at the fiirst chance...
You guys lend a hand too!
OK, let's do this head to toe.
You go there.
Will you help, sergeant?
Come on!
Put on his shoes.
- Grab the rope. It's evidence, right? - Of course.
Fold it over like me. Go on, fold it!
OK, one, two, three..
Sergeant, bring my laptop, OK?
And don't forget the evidence. Look, there on the ground.
Izzet, c'mon!
Really, I'm curious, you know.
Seeing as you killed the guy, why go and tie him up like this?
He didn't fiit in the car otherwise.
Oh, really?
Why on earth didn't we get an ambulance?
I phoned for one before we set out, but the ambulance had broken down.
- I'll call again now, if you like. - We're not waiting for that as well.
Now, what are we doing? Which boot is bigger?
- Arab's is, capacity-wise. - C'mon, Tevfiik!
This boot's bigger than yours?
Right, there's the LPG tank.
- In this one too. - He won't fiit in either.
What do we do then?
Oh, God!
What should we do? I wonder if we should hogtie him again?
What?
He won't fiit unless he's tied up. Look.
No, there's no need for tying him up.
If we bend him forwards he'll probably fiit. Let's try.
- OK, let's try then. - Quick, the rain is on its way.
Here, c'mon. Turn him like this.
Easy does it.
Now bend him.
Now the head.
Head forwards.
- There, OK. C'mon.. - OK. One, two, three, here we go!
Leave his head like that. That's it.
Lift! C'mon, Tevfiik, lift!
- OK, careful. - Slowly now.
That won't do. Lift from there.
OK, don't yell, Arab.
Put the feet down.
Watch out, Tevfiik!
What the fuck you want?
Right, OK.
Hayrettin! You and Ethem switch to this car.
OK, hold it. Let go.
- Easy, Arab! You'll bust my head. - Izzet! You and Kenan in my car!
C'mon, Arab!
I had two years on the murder desk before here.
With Sacit, now the boss in Antep. I hope his ears are burning.
He was a great guy, though no better than you.
He'd say wherever you fiind a can of worms, look for a woman.
Be sure to look for an issue with a woman.
And truly, all these years the guy hasn't once proved wrong.
Right, but this guy was a right son of a gun, boss.
- Who? - The dead guy.
Live like a rat, die like a rat.
I wouldn't know about that. I don't want to either.
That's it for me, my friend.
My job's done. It's over to the prosecutor now.
Let him clear up the mess. It's not my business.
Doctor, what time's the autopsy? Remember I wanted that prescription?
I don't know what time it'll be. But I'll be there.
- Come whenever you like. - OK. Thanks.
Let me not forget it, or the wife will, you know..
Too bad, chief. Looks like you've started smoking again.
Well, doctor. I give up, but the damn thing won't give me up.
You were doing so well. What happened all of a sudden?
It wasn't all of a sudden, doctor.
I've been a policeman 20 years.
The types I've seen. Man or beast? You can't tell.
Then there's the likes of Kenan. I mean, they're different.
They're.. How can I say? It's like they get you...
...with that nerve, that thing they have.
At the mayor's place...
...the guy says, "He's my brother. My mum left him in my hands. "
"Don't do this or that to him. " He's almost saying, "Let him go. "
I whacked him again and said, "Stop giving us the run-around!"
And you know what he says to me? "You're a decent guy. "
"The boy's mine. "
"Can you watch out for him while I'm in jail," he says.
- Was he talking about Yasar's boy? - Right. Yasar's boy.
- He says he's the father. - No way. That's a lie.
Do you laugh or cry?
I beat the guy up and he makes me responsible for his son.
The other day I saw your boy playing in the park with his mum.
- He looked fiine. - He is. Just fiine.
There's no problem as long as he takes his pills.
And he's one smart kid. The answers he comes up with..
They say his illness has to do with having an extra-high IQ.
Right.
But the wife never stops saying the same thing.
"Why did God pick us?" she says. I mean, why us?
I say, "You can't fiight it. You can't ask questions like that. "
It's a sin. You can't question it.
There's a reason for everything, end of story. If it's meant to be...
Move along, c'mon.
Calm now, guys!
Move over this way, my friend. The doctor will fiill you in.
- Over this way now. - Can't you tell us something?
They will! Now move along. This way. Guys!
- Fill us in, chief. - OK, they will! Move over!
Clear the way.
Izzet, put him in the gendarmerie car.
The gendarmerie car.
He's going to the courthouse.
You know the procedure. Take them both to the courthouse.
All right, sir.
Bastard!
Move back!
Bastard!
- Murderer! Hand him over! - Bastard!
Look, I've seen you all!
Hey, leave off! Stop hitting the car!
Murderer! Bastard!
What idiot took him out of the car?
The prosecutor told me to, boss.
I said it was a bad idea, but..
OK, hold it.
Izzet, get in the car.
Doctor, police chief Naci is here. He's downstairs.
- OK, I'm on my way. - OK.
Morning, doctor.
The mayor's here. What should I tell him?
- I'll see him later. - All right.
Excuse me a minute. Excuse me.
- I'm disturbing you, doctor. - Not at all.
- Welcome, M. Naci. - Thanks.
I thought I'd get that prescription before going home.
- Do you mind doing it? - No, of course not.
- How many packs did we say? Two? - Same as before, two.
I'll do it right away. Let me just fiind the pad.
- You must be worn out after last night. - Too right, doctor.
Honestly, this job is punishing after a certain age.
But you can guess what it's like with the boy.
It's hard to stick around at home.
You fiind you can't take it. So you go off to work again.
That's right.
- It's the only thing to do. - For me it is. But why for you?
You're still so young. Believe me, if I were you...
...I'd pack my bags and clear off without a second thought, damn it!
- Where to? - Wherever.
I shouldn't rant on at you so early in the morning, doctor.
No, please.
You're a city boy, doctor. You don't know how tough life is here.
Especially if you're a boy and your dad's never around.
That's why I feel a bit sorry for the kid.
You think Kenan is really the father?
No idea.
But after the kid threw a stone at him he cried all the way to the courthouse.
It's the kids who suffer in the end, doctor.
Everyone pays for the things they do.
But kids pay for the sins of adults.
- So he turned up in Girmacakil? - Yes.
That's at least 40-50 km away. You did well to fiind him.
God, what were they doing taking him all the way there?
Well, they just did.
I couldn't sleep that morning, so I opened the pharmacy early.
At 7.30 or so.
I looked over and saw the door to Yasar's place open.
'God,' I thought. 'What's the guy doing here at this hour?'
And what was weirder, he had a paintbrush in his hand.
And he was painting the shutters at that hour.
Anyway, I went home and back in the meantime.
When I got back, the place was shut and the painting left half-fiinished.
Fate..
Well, you know the tea man, Riza?
He swears he saw Yasar in Kirikkale only yesterday evening?
No way. The asshole's lying again.
Yesterday evening?
Come on! The guy died days ago.
What do I know? Riza says he called out, but he didn't hear.
He was walking along in a world of his own.
- Come in, doctor. What's up? - Morning, Hamit.
- Morning. - How are you?
- Fine, thanks. Have a tea. - No, thanks. I was just passing.
What are you making us for lunch?
Green beans, soup and salad.
- Did you say beans? - Yes, beans.
- Any meat in it? - No, no meat.
What's he up to?
- He was hungry so I gave him breakfast. - Good for you.
Hello?
OK, Abidin.
Good.
The autopsy room will be ready in fiive or ten minutes.
- They'll give us a call. - OK.
What's up, Mr Prosecutor?
Well, doctor. You're some guy.
What does that mean?
I've reached this age and never met anyone as skeptical as you.
- What's happened? - Nothing.
It's just been weighing on me a bit.
What?
That drug business. Remember you talked about certain drugs...
...being able to cause a heart attack if taken in high doses?
Yes, there are drugs like that. Why?
What I don't understand is this.
Why would the woman suddenly take the drugs for no good reason?
Maybe there was a personal problem she couldn't deal with.
She wanted to kill herself and be spared. How do I know?
Kill herself?
What suddenly gives you that idea?
- Nothing, I... - You're so bizarre, you know.
I'm just guessing.
If the woman was so troubled, wouldn't it show?
Yes, of course.
Her friends, her husband should have realized.
- Were they on good terms? - Huh?
- Did they get along well? - Sure. Very well.
Why?
I don't know, just asking.
True, they had a few minor problems. But I mean...
- ... the kind you get in any family. - I see.
Only...
...one day, she caught her husband with another woman.
They didn't make a thing of it. She forgave him right away.
But women don't easily forgive that sort of thing.
She did though. She really forgave him.
They didn't even mention it again.
Well, there you go.
The woman made up her mind to kill herself right back then.
She waited until after the birth so as not to harm the baby.
No, come on!
I really don't think so.
For one thing, the guy did nothing really wrong.
It was some ridiculous thing that happened when he was drunk.
Nothing to write home about. You couldn't even call it cheating.
The woman must have thought the same because she forgave the guy right off.
No one dies just like that. There's no such thing in medicine.
Well.
What sort of drugs are you talking? The kind sold over the counter?
- Sure. Digoxin, for example. - Digoxin?
It's a heart drug. High doses cause a heart attack.
- There are others too. - No, I know Digoxin.
My father-in-law took it.
- Small, yellow tablets? - Yes. They come like that too.
Digoxin, huh?
Hello?
What's going on, Sakir?
We should come down?
We'll come down then.
OK, we're on our way.
The autopsy room's ready. We can go, Mr Prosecutor.
Mr Prosecutor?
Shall we go, Mr Prosecutor?
Let's go, doctor.
- After you. - Look, doctor..
Would a person...
...really kill themselves...
...to punish someone else? Would they do that, doctor.
Aren't most suicides intended to punish someone else, Mr Prosecutor?
Yes, aren't they?
Bravo.
That's what I thought.
That's it, of course.
Let's go. What are we waiting for?
My wife...
Women can sometimes be very ruthless, doctor. Really.
Very.
Hello, guys.
- Are we all set? - Yes, Mr Prosecutor.
Good.
- Who's going to identify the body? - His wife's outside, Mr Prosecutor.
OK, call her in. Let's get started right away.
Mrs. Toprak, this way. Come on in.
- How are you, Sakir? - Fine, thanks, Mr Prosecutor.
- Here, in here. - What happened with the accountant?
I talked to him, Mr Prosecutor. But it's no use.
The accountant's no use.
Whatever. It'll work out.
- Because these instruments... - I understand, OK.
- Stand by the prosecutor, please. - Over here, young lady.
Are you Gulnaz Toprak?
OK.
Pull the sheet down, Sakir.
Is this your husband?
Huh?
Mrs. Toprak?
Is this your husband?
I'm asking if it's your husband.
Yes.
Are you sure?
OK.
Cover him up, Sakir.
Now, where were we? OK.
Then his wife Gulnaz Toprak was admitted to view the body.
She was duly sworn in.
- Are you typing this, Abidin? - Yes, Mr Prosecutor.
She was shown the body and asked to identify it.
And she answered, "The body you've shown me... "
"... belongs to my husband, Yasar Toprak. "
"His mother's name was Hatice, his father's name Rustem. "
"He was born in 1979."
"Yes, I went to the prosecutor as he hadn't been home for two days. "
- Is that right, young lady? - Yes.
"I don't know how he died. "
"I have thus identifiied the body. "
- Have you got that, Abidin? - Yes, Mr Prosecutor.
But let me see what you've written.
- Last thing was "identifiied the body. " - No! You don't type it there.
How many times have I told you? Type above, leaving a space below.
- I'll do it again. The date. - Go on, type the date.
But look, that's too much now. Delete that.
- Here too? - Yes, there too.
So there's space for the doctor's autopsy report.
- Cut that too. Yes, there. - I'll paste it here.
Good. Look, now it's all moved down.
No, move them up. His father's and mother's names.
OK, I'm moving them up.
- OK, now start typing here. - OK, Mr Prosecutor.
Yes.
Where were we?
Yes.
OK, young lady. You're done. You can go. My condolences to you.
Mrs. Toprak, just wait in the corridor for a bit.
Mr Prosecutor, he had a watch a ring and the like on him.
- Should I hand them over right now? - Yes. Put them in an envelope fiirst.
And his clothes as well? I mean, after taking them off.
Yes. Once they're off, put them in a bag and hand them over.
They're torn and bloodstained. That's why I'm asking.
That's OK.
Yes, we can continue, Mr Prosecutor.
- Huh? - I'm ready.
- Are you back? - Yes.
Yes, OK then. Now let's...
Let's move on to the doctor.
The doctor was admitted to view the body.
He was duly sworn in.
He was shown the body.
He was asked the cause of death.
He answered, "Because the cause of death... "
"... cannot be established within the scope of the evidence... "
".there is call for a conventional autopsy. "
Absolutely.
Yes.
Yes, doctor.
That's it.
The ball's in your court.
I'm off.
- Send me a copy of the report. - OK, Mr Prosecutor.
- Take it easy then. - Thanks, Mr Prosecutor.
Have a good day, Mr Prosecutor.
Let's get started, shall we?
- Ready, Abidin? - Yes, Dr Cemal.
- Sakir, you? Shall we start? - Sure, doctor.
- Let's start, but... - What?
Well, I told the prosecutor. You heard. But he won't listen.
- Listen to what? - We have such lousy equipment, doctor.
How can you do an autopsy with this kit, for God's sake?
What's the problem? We do it all the time.
Sure, but.. You'll probably say there's no alternative, but there is.
- What's that? - Look.
The other day we went to Kirikkale.
That new hospital wing was opened. The prosecutor took me along.
The guys had built a morgue, a truly amazing morgue.
And I know the head physician there, he doesn't have a clue.
But that didn't stop them getting fiirst-rate equipment.
I'm talking autopsy instruments which fiit your hand.
- Don't these? - C'mon, don't give me that.
Now, our kit isn't bad either, but..
For instance, they'd got an electric version of this saw.
The saw's electric, but rechargeable too.
Two hours on charge and use it for 24 out in the wilds, wherever you want.
I tell the prosecutor let's get the kit and he sends me to the accountant.
Fine, talk to the accountant, but he's a real jerk. He's totally clueless.
All he's worried about is chasing skirt at the courthouse.
- And he can't even get it up! - Sakir!
- Yes? - Take off that sheet and let's start.
I'm worn out. I need sleep.
OK, but I mean, I wanted to share my troubles with you, doctor. Because...
- Abidin! Are you ready? - Yes, Dr Cemal.
Shall I cut it?
Sure, of course.
Now let's start with the body examination report.
Then we'll move on to the conventional autopsy report. OK?
OK, Dr Cemal.
Get typing then.
An external examination of the body was then commenced.
The body was dressed in a shirt of orange, yellow and grey...
...a white undershirt...
...and dark blue, heavy-duty work trousers.
- Should I cut, doctor? - Go ahead.
A black leather belt was observed at the waist.
Come on, Sakir.
The trousers were removed.
The body was determined to be wearing no underpants.
The old boy went around ready for action!
- The body measured 180 cm... - Excuse me, sorry!
- ... had three-four days' beard growth... - Excuse me, Dr Cemal!
- ... a moustache... - Dr Cemal, excuse me!
- What? - Should I give the clothes...
Mrs. Toprak is out in the corridor. Should I give her the clothes now?
Go on then.
- Give them to her in a bag. - OK.
Get me a bag.
Don't hang around. Open it.
Grab the shoes.
- Give me that one in the corner too. - Here.
Now move. Make yourself useful.
The cerebrum and cerebellum were removed.
Extensive subarachnoid haemorrhaging, epidural haematoma and contusion...
...were identifiied on the cerebral and cerebellar surfaces.
The thorax was opened.
Open it up, Sakir.
Keep going down to the end.
Lift off the valve.
The sternal valve was removed.
Neither free fluid nor haemorrhagic fluid...
...were identifiied in the thoracic cavity.
Take the heart out.
The heart was removed.
- The whole thing, doctor? - Yes.
The cardiac valves were found to be normal.
The lungs were removed.
Take them out, Sakir.
Doctor!
Doctor, can you look at this?
Doctor, there's a...
Look, there's dirt here in the windpipe.
- In this lung too, actually. - Hold on.
- Doctor, dirt in the lungs... - OK, just hold on.
Doctor, you don't suppose they buried him alive?
I said, you don't think they buried the guy alive?
No, it's nothing like that, but..
Yes, Dr Cemal. What are we saying here?
Let's say this.
No abnormalities were encountered...
...in the trachea, oesophagus or soft tissue of the neck.
The abdomen was then opened.
Open it up, Sakir.
Go on!
Doctor, why don't you step back a bit or you'll get stuff on you.