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Remember...
There must be something that you always wanted to do but you couldn't.
There are many things I want to do.
Very good.
Whatever it is, however it is done,
you will start doing it with utmost planning.
You should have daily, weekly, monthly plans.
You won't cut corners. You'll make it complicated.
Dad, don't you remember anything?
Dad, I'm getting a divorce.
I'll introduce you to someone.
But that's how he works.
-Who is he? -That charlatan journalist, Ates Arbay.
I used to be a fiery and an idealist reporter.
Oh, poor Agah.
What have you done?
AFTER 2 AM - CUSTOMERS LEAVE - THE DOORS ARE LOCKED
LIFE BEGINS SIGNED: AGAH BEYOGLU
What do I do with him now?
They had "Nevra" written on their foreheads. What's with that?
Just a coincidence. It has nothing to do with me.
Selim, I actually have a question.
Do you know someone named Naimhan Turedi?
-Naimhan... -Turedi. Born in Kambura.
Oh yes, of course I do.
Yasin used to collect trash over by the garage. He's dead now.
They had sons. Not good for anything.
They all left for Istanbul.
How about someone named Mehmet Yurtgil? A judge.
-He was assigned to here? -No. He might've passed by, though.
I don't remember the name.
Alright.
I'll speak to the guys over at the station.
Come by again, though, this time for dinner.
Don't even think about going back before stopping by one last time.
Sure.
Where's Agah Beyoglu? He's my dad. Where's my dad?
He was discharged.
Discharged? When?
He was right there when I went to sleep. I wake up and he's gone.
When was he discharged?
Ms. Zuhal, your father left in a hurry. He left you a note.
-Dad? -Over here.
What are you doing, dad?
How about I don't share the details?
What is this note? Huh?
"I'm going to get the car. See you at the house."
We were worried sick. You should've let us know.
I'm not used to letting people know.
I haven't been letting anyone know anything since your mother died.
That's some excuse!
We were worried sick about you! How about some thoughtfulness?
You should really stop shouting. I can't hear you anyway.
KILLER OR VICTIM?
KAMBURA POLICE DEPARTMENT
Nevra? Welcome!
It's me, Vural.
-Vural? -See?
Once someone leaves Kambura, they forget all about their past.
You're hurting me.
-Vural. -Yes, Vural.
Sorry, didn't recognize you.
Of course not. Istanbul is another world.
We've been reading all about you on the newspapers, though.
I saw you driving earlier today, but you were gone before I could say hi.
Welcome.
Thanks.
-How's Aunt Nesrin doing? Well, I hope? -Sure.
Don't you worry. I'll take care of it.
Excuse me?
Your door. I'll get it fixed.
What a shame.
I can take care of it.
Come on...
You're not coming back to Kambura anytime soon.
You shouldn't.
At least let me pay for it.
Your money's no good here.
-Anyway, goodbye. -Goodbye.
Agah! Come out!
Isn't Istanbul real expensive? How can you make it with your salary?
I make do.
Any information?
Can't find anything. He left Kambura a long time ago.
It's been years.
No info whatsoever since they've left.
But I'll tell the guys to keep looking.
We'll let you know if we have something.
So how do you make it? Do you rent your place?
Agah!
Come out!
Agah! You can't hide from me!
I'll burn this whole place down!
Come on, join us.
So...
Does Kambura feel any different?
Not at all. It's exactly the same.
I recall when you used to be a little girl.
How old were you?
Ten.
I've been courting your mom ever since then. She's never interested.
I'm not surprised.
I'll kill you.
You're being too much.
Salih...
Come on, let me go.
We can go our separate ways.
Besides, you're wounded. Don't let it get infected.
You're the one who shot me, you lunatic!
It was a mistake! It was an accident!
You shot me point blank! How is that an accident?
How did you find me? Have you been following me?
Why would I be following you?
My car broke down and you were the first car to come by!
It was a coincidence! It was fate!
I'm putting the gun away.
See?
I've put it away. See?
Come on, you put yours away, as well, Salih.
Salih...
Come over and let's talk, brother to brother.
Come on.
Remember our conversations back in Kambura?
You're like a brother to me. Come on, don't do this.
Salih...
I used to go to the post office every day. Just to see your mom.
I used to send fake letters.
But I never got the chance to meet her.
One day, they told me she'd left.
It had only been six or seven months since she'd started here.
-She left so soon. -It was a year. We stayed for a year.
Give or take.
I never got to meet her then, but I got her in the end, after all.
It's delicious.
Enjoy.
Salih...
Come on, let's have a chat. We're brothers.
Salih...
Tell me, why?
Why did you come after me after all these years?
Why did you try to kill me?
What did I do to you?
That's funny.
-That's what Naimhan asked. -Naimhan?
What did you do to him?
What did you do to Naimhan?
Tell me!
Salih, if this is the end of the road...
Then let me do it.
-Drop your gun. Drop it! -I'm not dropping it.
I'll fuck you up! Drop it!
I won't let you die before telling me why you tried to kill me.
Tell me, why!
Why were you after me?
Conscience.
Conscience?
What conscience? What does that have to do with anything?
You know what conscience means, don't you?
Fuck you and your conscience!
You won't look me in the eye?
It's been three years.
You haven't come to visit for three whole years.
You kicked me out.
You haven't even called.
You told me not to.
I did, because you left that cushy job and went and became a cop!
What was all that education for?
See what it's come to?
You might've gotten yourself into trouble.
Your name, written on the foreheads of dead men.
Nevra...
I worked my ass off to get you through school.
I had to work as a cashier in addition to my day job.
When that didn't do it...
You got married four times.
-I did it all for you. -For me?
-So that you had a dad. -So that I didn't become a whore.
Go on, say it. That's what you've always said.
You were so scared I'd go astray. I never figured out why.
Do you want to become a whore?
Why?
Why would I?
You must've seen something deep within me.
-Don't be silly. -You must have.
That's enough!
You got married four times for me!
You saved me!
That was so selfless of you!
So selfless of you to always have a man around the house.
All you did to keep me from becoming a whore...
Getting with new men before even leaving the last one.
Shut up.
By the way...
I know you didn't ask, but my father's doing fine.
He didn't say hi, but he's fine.
You still call him your father?
Your father's dead.
That bastard called Yuksel...
He isn't half the man your father was.
He's the one who gave you these ideas.
He's the one who made you into a cop.
Why so angry, mom?
Huh?
Tell me, why do you hate life so much?
Why don't you love me?
Stop speaking nonsense.
Then tell me you do.
Say "I love you, my girl."
By the way, I hate the word "whore", you know.
It feels so dirty when I say it.
You're the only one I can say it to.
I become someone else when I'm with you.
Like a child. A naive, innocent child.
You do that to me.
I love you too, mom.
I love you too.
What's the emergency?
I had a heart attack.
-Alright. Come on in. -Thank you.
A heart attack?
How's he doing now?
He's fine, he just needs some rest.
The doctor said his heart was strong.
He's too full of anger to die.
I was in the hospital, but something urgent came up.
I had to do that. I had to get there.
But on my way there, I forgot what I was supposed to do.
Mr. Agah...
Excuse my bluntness, but you'd had a heart attack.
You were in the hospital. What could've been so urgent?
It was my daughter Zuhal's birthday. I had to get her a present.
-Your daughter's here? -I'm here now.
Looking for a job.
Still haven't found one.
Not sure what I'll do.
I'd like to meet her.
-We haven't even spoken on the phone. -I know.
I'll come by unannounced, you know.
It's not the end of the world.
-If you're unhappy, then get divorced. -I guess that's what we'll do.
I told Mebrure so many times to divorce him, but she wouldn't listen.
-We don't listen, sometimes. -Did it both to herself and to us.
-I was collateral damage, as well. -My mom and dad were miserable.
My dumb sister.
-Being dumb isn't good. -I'm in love, she said.
-I'm not even in love. -Your mom was so naive.
-She would believe anything. -I don't believe, though!
So what?
I used to lie all the time, doc.
When I was young.
I used to lie so often, it was second nature to me.
It was almost a mania.
Mebrure used to believe anything I'd say.
Deceiving her started feeling horrible.
I hated myself.
I promised I'd never lie to her again.
I'd be as honest with everyone else as I was with myself.
Alas...
Once I was cursed with this disease...
This forgetting disease called Alzheimer's...
That's when I started lying again.
You know what's the worst part about being a liar?
Having to remember all the lies.
What am I supposed to do now?
Call your cousin. We can call him together.
He'll find you a job that suits you. Ok?
You don't need your father. I'm right here for you.
He's the one who needs us.
He's never accepted it, but he's always been the one who needs us.
He thought he could do no wrong.
Mebrure gave him everything she had.
I'm losing my personality.
It's too much to bear.
Here's what we'll do.
-You can't bear the truth, you lie. -Yes.
-We'll discover that moment together. -How are we going to do that?
The moment you started running from reality.
And why you keep running.
That's what we'll go looking for.
But I don't know why.
You might not know.
But your memory does.
Ask your memory.
Go into the past.
Go to the places that remind you of your past.
Whatever it is that's scaring you
is hidden in your past.
Find it, Mr. Agah.
Find the first truth that terrified you.
INCOMING CALL ATES ARBAY
Yes, Ates?
Is it time yet?
Time for what?
You've promised me an interview. Can we do it tonight?
I'm busy, Ates. Another time.
I didn't let you down the last time you called.
Fine. Where do we meet?
Give me some space, please.
-Huh? -Take off.
Take off where?
I'm expecting someone. There's an empty seat over there.
I'm not going anywhere!
My dearly departed wife will be here soon.
Go on.
Mebrure!
I saw that.
Don't you have enough?
Don't look into the camera. Look over there.
That's the last one.
Just like that.
Keep that pose.
Is it done?
No.
Stay just like that.
Just like that.
Stay...
Almost there...
I've got it.
Finally.
Let's get started on that interview.
Deva?
Where have you been, Deva?
I told my mom I was going out.
She didn't ask where you'd be?
-I don't explain myself anymore. -Who did you take after, I wonder.
-You're so weird. -I know.
You know...
I've been hearing about
increased drug use among teenagers.
-You don't do that, right. -Of course not, grandpa.
Good. That's good to hear.
How about booze?
Only if you're buying.
I've got it. Thank you.
I want to speak to your former colleagues, as well.
From the company you used to work for.
You can ask me whatever you'd like to know.
Why?
Because I know them all, but none of them know me.
Fine. Tell me something you'd like to tell me.
That's the only question that fits someone like you.
What would you like to say, Nevra?
What have you been up to today?
Today...
I went to the place where I proposed to your grandmother. It was 40 years ago.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Though
I didn't propose this time.
What I'd like to say...
Is that I'm going to get that killer.
Wherever he runs to.
Wherever he hides.
I'm going to find him, and arrest him.
You don't believe me?
I don't believe in anything anymore.
I don't even believe in myself.
But I so need to believe in someone.
I've been spending my years in the back pages of the newspaper
in that DJ booth,
at those receptions I attend just to get fucked up,
at the shitty premieres of lame-ass movies.
Feels like I'm rotting from the inside.
I can't even bear to look in the direction of those photos.
You still keep them up.
They're still there.
I told a lie that day. Maybe the first lie of my whole life.
"Mebrure," I said,
"I'll make you happy."
"Mebrure, take my hand, and let's get up off this bench,
and -excuse my French- let's get the fuck out of here."
Without a care in the world.
Or...
"Mebrure, forget you ever knew me...
I'm not made for marriage.
I'll only make you unhappy."
Something like that.
You can't hold your liquor at all, can you?
You're already seeing double. Where are you...
Go talk to her. Go on.
Think about what you're going to say. You'll kick yourself later otherwise.
A miserable soul, desperate for attention.
The biggest favor you can do for such a sociopath is to talk about him.
But you've been on this case ever since the murders started.
Isn't that a favor to him, then?
I'm a journalist.
I have to inform the public.
Ates, aren't you afraid at all that the murderer will target you?
Look...
Just like he has his eyes on me,
I have my eyes on the perimeter of my house.
Remember, no one can turn invisible.
Least of all someone so deranged.
This is what I do, you see.
I'm in show business.
The show serves one purpose only... To make people forget.
I'm in the forgetting business.
-You're being too harsh on yourself. -It's how it works.
Let's say there's a massacre somewhere.
There's an assassination, but the assassin never gets caught.
I make people forget about them.
Has there been a huge fraud? Call for me and I'll make them forget.
How? How do you make them forget?
With stories such as this one about the murderer.
I spin a fairy tale.
They all listen with bated breath.
He gets caught and another one emerges.
He gets caught, and another one.
I tell all their stories. But you know what I don't do?
How come so many people are licensed to carry guns?
How come people can access guns so easily?
I never talk about that.
You got it?
If you want to make people forget about the gun,
all you have to do is talk about the victim.
But I'm not doing it anymore.
I've had it up to here.
What will you do?
May I curse?
I'll fuck them up.
I won't let people forget.
When did you decide on that?
Today.
As I was shooting you, to be precise.
You're so sweet.
The car...
Zuhal...
I've been thinking.
We should get you a place.
A place of your own.
You'd both be more comfortable that way.
He'll have his own room, at least.
I can cover the rent until you get a job.
When you said you'd been thinking, I thought you'd be like...
"Let's sell the apartment downstairs and get you a place of your own."
Something like that.
It's not like I haven't been doing that.
Number four, covered your high school.
Number six, your college.
Number seven, your master's in London.
Number three, as you know, went towards your mother's treatment.
I'm all alone in this huge building now.
-We still have Number eight, though. -I told you I rent that out.
We can tell the tenants we need to sell it. I can talk to them.
You can't talk to them. They're using it for storage.
They live abroad.
I can call them, then. Just give me their number.
Of course. We can sell this apartment, as well.
You can put me in a home.
Even better, you can put me out on the street.
Do you realize how selfish you sound?
This building is named after your mother.
How can you be so ready to let it go?
We should be grateful to my departed grandfather, right?
For giving this building to my mother.
What would we do if he hadn't?
What would you do? What would I? What would Deva?
Say what you mean to say.
What is it you'd like to say, exactly?
Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong.
See how I don't stick my nose into your business?
See how I never ask about why you got divorced from your husband?
See how I keep my mouth shut? How about you try it out for once?
Ask me, dad.
Ask me. Why don't you?
Why don't you ask?
Ask me why Deva and I came here.
Ask me why he wants to get divorced.
Come on! But you won't, will you?
You know why you won't?
Because you hate listening to other people's problems.
It's the thing you hate the most.
Someone telling you of their troubles.
Dad...
You can't even bear it when people are sick around you.
Remember the times I had fevers as a kid?
Remember what you did? Do you remember?
I'll remind you. You left.
You left the house.
I used to pray with all my might not to get sick.
Not to get fevers so that my father didn't get mad at me.
You didn't look after mom, either.
The nurses did. I did. The doctors did.
But you never did.
You'd come to the hospital.
I'd tell you, "Dad, mom's dying."
You'd say "No."
"She's doing great. Mom's doing great."
Because that's what you want to hear.
Everything's great. No problems whatsoever.
Everything's perfect.
I'll say it if it will help. We have no problems, dad.
You're perfect. I'm perfect.
Deva's perfect.
Life's perfect.
Good.
That's good.
Agah Beyoglu.
-Agah? -Nukhet!
How are you?
I was just thinking about you.
I was able to find some tickets.
-Were you now? -It's tonight. Would you like to join me?
Sure.
-What is it? -We're ready.
I'll be right there.
Hand these out to the guys.
Alright...
Where's Nevra?
She got a tip from somewhere. She went to the courthouse to look into it.
You know Mehmet Yurtgil, the judge?
He was known for taking bribes.
She's looking into the suspects that were wronged.
She thinks someone might've took revenge on him.
Alright then. Anyway,
I have the ballistics report right here. Here's the situation:
The gun that was used to kill Naimhan Turedi
does not match the one used to kill Mehmet Yurtgil.
That gun wasn't registered anywhere. However...
We have some leads on the gun that was used to kill Naimhan Turedi.
Someone was shot and wounded with that gun in 2001.
The gun was seized, and is supposed to be
in the Ardıchan municipality police department's evidence locker.
But it's gone! Why's that?
Because that evidence locker no longer exists.
How about... That sleazeball you were looking into?
He had nothing to do with it.
Alright. Now...
The individual who did all this shit...
Let's call him Tufan for now.
Tufan gets into the evidence locker.
He burglarizes the locker. Then...
He burns the place down to make it look like the mafia did it.
So he's not interested in killing just anyone.
He's not a regular serial killer.
Since he's in possession of so many guns,
and assuming he's not interested in selling them,
welcome to your own personal hells.
He's going to commit a massacre.
Unless we catch him first.
MARCH 18 SUNDAY
Here. Here's my resumé.
Thank you for agreeing to see me. I know you're busy.
It's an honor to meet you.
This means nothing.
This is it.
-Where have you been? Austria? -Australia.
I just got back.
You're just in time.
Melahat, my secretary for 20 years,
was retired just last week.
Coincidence, I guess.
There are no coincidences.
Because life itself is a coincidence.
A man locks the door to his house for 99 days.
On the 100th day, he forgets to lock the door.
The thief repents.
He ignores the house for those 99 days,
but finds the door unlocked on the 100th day.
The days line up.
What do you call that?
A coincidence?
No.
What is it?
It's life.
You're a fast learner, Zuhal.
-Celik. -Beyoglu. My surname's Beyoglu.
I'm getting divorced.
Do you know Agah Beyoglu? Is he a relative of yours?
He's my father.
Incredible.
Now this, this isn't life. This is coincidence.
How is he doing? Well, I hope?
He's well, of course. How do you know him?
From Kambura. Where else?
-Prosecutor? -Did you know about this?
KILLER OR VICTIM?
I did. It was Nevra's idea. I told her to go ahead with it.
That was a stupid risk to take.
What if Tufan gets caught and everything is revealed?
What then?
Tufan has no connection either to Nevra or to any of the victims.
That's why I approved the news article.
There's someone else involved.
Whoever it is that's helping Tufan
will panic when he realizes that we're on his trail.
It's your call.
But I'm uneasy.
I'm not sure getting Nevra involved in this was the right idea.
Do you have any better ideas? No?
Then we proceed.
Did you tell Firuz?
I did. He's supervising Nevra.
Where's Nevra now?
I told her she'd be kicked off the force if it was discovered.
She's lying to me. Told me her mom was sick. Went to Kambura.
That's where she lives.
Isn't there where the second victim was born?
That's right. She could be looking into it.
Good. We have some leads, then.
We do but I can't bear the thought of using one of my people as bait.
Are you having her followed? You are. So what's the problem?
Look here, Tolga.
He's not going to stop killing people anytime soon.
Who's supposed to catch him? You are.
What's the only lead we have? Nevra.
If you take Nevra off the case,
it won't matter whether it was Tufan or someone else.
You'll never catch the murderer.
Someone's committing these murders just to get Nevra to try to solve them.
MAYA'S COSTUME WORLD
Those things will kill you, you know.
You don't have to throw it out. Give me one.
-Any leads from the courthouse? -No.
I have a light.
My father's lighter.
He passed it down to me the day he stopped smoking.
I asked him what I was supposed to do with it. I didn't even smoke.
I picked it up that day.
I picked up smoking the day my father quit. Ridiculous.
It was my mom that encouraged me to smoke, actually.
She told me it was alright if I smoked, but that I shouldn't be sneaky about it.
I didn't smoke, but I couldn't tell her.
I sat across from her and lit one up just to get to spend some time with her.
That's how I started smoking.
Just to do the same thing as her at the same time as she did.
How is she? Better?
Better. She's better.
It must be hard, living so far away from each other.
-I see her from time to time. -Good. Don't stop seeing her.
My father's dead now.
This is all that's left of him.
MUNIR - MY LOVELY CAT
I'm so scared of death, Munir.
In fact, I'll tell you a secret.
I'd be OK with it even if everyone on earth died
and I were the only one left.
I mean...
I'm even willing to face such loneliness.
What if I still remember all I've done in the afterlife?
I couldn't bear that.
I couldn't.
Grandpa!
What are you doing? Shut the door!
What...
What are you doing?
Shut the door!
Such bad timing.
Tell your mom I have some errands to run tonight.
Get yourself a cell phone, please.
I have a phone.
By the way, let me introduce you guys. Suveyda, my grandfather.
Nice to meet you.
I hope you're using protection.
I can't handle another child.
-I'm not staying. -What are you doing?
What are you doing?
I forgot I had something to do.
I have something to do. I'd forgotten. I'm not coming in.
You can make a u-turning side the car park.
Could you tell the car behind me to let me pass in reverse?
There are too many cars waiting.
-But I'm... -Open up your boot, please.
But I'm in a hurry. That'll be a lot of wasted time.
It's how the procedure works. I don't make the rules.
The car doesn't run on natural gas, I assure you.
I believe you, but I still have to look. Give me your keys, please.
The boot's broken. It doesn't open.
-Hand me your keys, please. -It's broken, I'm telling you.
Fine. Give me a minute.
Broken.
I've tried so many times, but it won't open.
-Let me try, sir. -It won't open.
-But, it won't open. -Let me try.
Look! You break it, you buy it.
-Forgive me, Hajji. -It's fine.
-I have to follow the orders. -I understand.
My uncle's a Hajji as well. He just got back.
May Allah bless him.
Amen. Amen.
They say there's a killer on the loose. We have strict orders.
How many times have I told you there was nothing to see?
-Please forgive me for prying. -It's fine.
Nobody believes in people anymore.
Such a tragedy!
Forgive me for being late, Nukhet.
I ran into so many delays.
-Don't mention it. You're here now. -You look great.
-Thank you. So do you. -Thank you.
-We should go in, it's about to start. -Of course. After you.
-Welcome. -Good evening.
-Thank you. -Your seats are right over there.
-Thank you. -Thank you, guys.
What's going on?
What are you doing? Who are you?
Answer me!
No mortal can take this life.
They can't bear it.
They deny everything.
They lie.
They keep quiet.
Or they throw it all up.
Or they plot.
Or they run from it.
Or they steal.
Or they break.
Or they give birth.
Or they suffocate.
Or they get drunk.
Or they fall in love.
Or they stop moving,
and die little by little.
They wilt.
They question.
They get mad.
They get resentful.
They ejaculate.
They seize up.
They believe.
They get created.
They fight.
They get wounded.
They try...
They try, and get it wrong.
They try,
and get it wrong.
Try and get it wrong.
Conscience resembles the gut.
It keeps working away even while you're asleep.
No matter how much you deny your conscience,
that horrible murder you've committed
always becomes the rope you get hung by.
It wraps around your neck,
the oily pieces of rope your victim has for hands.
You seldom know what it is you've murdered.
But you still keep hanging yourself every night in your dreams.
The gut resembles the conscience.
If you're looking to empty it of its contents,
you'll find somewhere to do it.
Man...
Tries, and gets it wrong.
Man tries and gets it wrong.
Tries and gets it wrong.
Man tries and gets it wrong.
Tries and gets it wrong.
Man tries and gets it wrong.
...tries and gets it wrong.
Agah, are you alright?
I can't take it anymore.
Tries and gets it wrong.
This is art?
Sorry.
They call it art? What is this?
Tries and gets it wrong.
That's the first time I've left a play before the curtain.
I thought it was ridiculous.
It's good that we left early. I was bored out of my mind.
I've been meaning to tell you something, but I've never found the right time.
When I came to visit you at the hospital, your daughter Zuhal was devastated.
-Did she say something inconsiderate. -No. Just the opposite.
She said something that moved me.
You told her that you were staying over at my place that night you had your accident.
You said I was your girlfriend.
At least that's the impression she'd gotten.
-What did you say? -I said that you were with me.
I'm sure you had your reasons.
-I wouldn't speak against you. -You're so kind.
Thank you.
I've been living on my own for such a long time...
I've gotten used to it.
But it does get boring from time to time.
I go out on my own sometimes,
but I don't want them to worry about me.
Forgive me for putting you on the spot like that.
You know what I said to myself?
I wish he'd really stayed over.
DEAR NEVRA ELMAS, WE WISH YOU A HAPPY BIRTHDAY. ARTI BANK.
This cake's delicious. Did you buy it?
Yes, Selim. Enjoy.
I'll get you one on your birthday.
-When's that, by the way? -Don't worry about it.
-About what we talked about... -What was that?
That house on the hill?
Nesrin hates talking about it, that's why I couldn't say anything.
But there was a tragedy there.
It was ten years ago.
You were away at college.
A family came and moved in to that house on the hill.
Shortly thereafter, there were a few burglaries.
Everybody blamed the new family.
One night, the people worked themselves into a frenzy.
Young, old, everyone...
They decided to drive the family away.
They surrounded the house.
Shouting, throwing rocks...
The family was too scared to come out of the house.
And then, I don't know who, but someone threw a torch at the house.
It flared up...
and burned the house down.
Five children inside.
And the mom and dad.
They all burned up.
Who threw the torch?
No one would talk.
The police interrogated all of them, but no one would say anything.
It was completely forgotten after a while.
Everyone had stopped talking about it.
The house is still up there, burned to a crisp.
No one even bothered to tear it down.
No one is bothered by it. They might walk by it,
but they don't want to think about it, so they don't even notice it.
Was Naimhan Turedi there on that night?
Of course.
All his friends, his relatives, everyone he knew was there.
Sefer was there. Yakup and his uncle, as well.
They were drunk.
They'd gotten smashed at Rıza's place.
How do you know about it?
It haunts my dreams.
It didn't use to,
but people change as they get older.
Easy to say...
Seven people were killed.
The children were so small.
Who threw the torch, Selim?
I didn't see him!
I...
I only threw a single stone.
Is this a bad time?
TODAY IS NEVRA'S BIRTHDAY I GOT HER A BIRTHDAY PRESENT