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Remember...
Nevra, wrap the case up for me.
Mehmet Yurtgil, Naimhan Turedi...
The last victim's name was Salih Guden.
Three victims. Scratch Tufan. Two of them are from Kambura.
You've lived in Kambura for a while.
So all this does have something to do with Kambura.
-It's Nazif! -Nazif?
Do you know Agah Beyoglu?
The biggest favor you can do for such a sociopath is to talk about him.
The one you chased all the way here... You never saw his face?
Someone threw a torch at the house. It flared up...
and burned the house down.
You're talking too much...
Something might happen to you.
Is it supposed to be a rabbit?
No. It's a cat.
-Agah, you tired? -No, no, I'm fine.
I know it was quite a walk, but these sprout only in the morning.
You almost missed me. I was just about to leave.
It was really surprising, seeing you standing there.
You haven't changed a bit. You look great.
-Neither have you, Seyfi. -Except for getting older, that is.
Agah, when I'm your age, I hope to be...
Look over there!
There it is.
See this mushroom?
This is a death cap.
One bite and you're dead.
It's that poisonous.
Agah, what is that? What are you doing?
Where is Umut, Seyfi?
-The small intestine. It belongs... -There.
Yes, there.
Where is Umut?
-The large intestine. -The large intestine.
The large intestine. It belongs there.
-Where's Umut? -Fuck you!
You've heard about astrology, right?
It's a ridiculous idea.
Where's Umut?
You can't figure out someone's personality from their birth date.
Let alone their future...
From their birth date? Impossible.
You know what works, though?
Their birth place.
Where you're born dictates your personality and your future.
Astrology should take birth places into account.
Predictions made on birth places would be more plausible.
In the end, children born in Tripoli,
Peshawar, or Angola
will live pretty much identical lives.
And then there's Toronto, Oslo, Tokyo.
Those children, as well.
Our rural people are well aware of this fact.
That's why...
This goes there.
They never ask someone they meet for the first time what their sign is.
They ask them where they're from.
I won't ask you again. Will you talk?
Wait.
Speak into this.
Speak into this, you got that?
Speak into this.
And then there's the rising sign.
That corresponds to your citizenship.
What country you're born in.
That's important, as well.
A Syrian boy born in Syria does not share the same fate
with a French boy born in Syria.
My sign is Aleppo. My rising sign is French.
That changes things.
Or...
My sign is Congo. My rising sign is Belgium.
It changes things.
And my sign is Kambura.
So is my destiny.
Whatever I've made of myself, I owe it all to being born in Kambura.
Go on.
Join your friends.
There's someone on the loose.
He's killed my brothers.
He's shot my people from Kambura.
He's out there as we speak.
And here you are, just standing there.
You're going to find him. Not to arrest him, Firuz.
He is not to stand trial.
You will bring that son of a bitch to me, Firuz.
I'll hold his trial,
and I'll pass his judgement.
-Is this a bad time, Cemil? -Come on in, Zuhal.
You have a meeting with
our Middle Eastern representatives in half an hour.
We should get back to the office.
What's your sign, Zuhal?
Capricorn.
But I don't really believe in signs.
See? She doesn't believe in them, either.
Get back to work, and keep me posted.
What's your sign?
Dragon.
Come visit us again soon, Tolga.
I'd love that. Thank you for your hospitality.
Goodbye.
My mom's lying.
She didn't seem like she was lying.
Her husband obviously has some problems.
Might he have dreamt it all up?
He might have.
Sir...
You must have realized that my mom and I aren't very close.
In fact, sometimes, I start doubting that I know her at all.
But believe me, I can tell when she's lying.
Here's what we're going to do: I need to get back to the bureau.
Drop me off at the local precinct. I'll get a car there and go back.
Call Sefa and call him over.
Talk to the locals, see if anyone remembers the fire.
-Is that clear? -Yes, sir.
Nevra...
If you don't come up with any leads about the fire today,
you're going to drop it. Alright?
Neither of us has any time to waste. Is that clear?
Yes, sir.
Good. Drop me off, and get some rest while you're waiting for Sefa.
Don't need that. You haven't slept, either.
I got a good night's sleep sometime last year.
Let's go. Drop me off.
Say you're sorry first.
Suveyda,
I said some...
stupid things about you.
Tell her exactly what you said.
I told people you were a whore.
I'm sorry.
Alright? Are we good?
Tell her why.
I can tell her.
Because he asked you a question.
He wanted to be lovers.
But you didn't even give him a reply.
That made Afsin really mad.
Because he's so dumb he doesn't realize that you've given up talking.
Hand it over.
-I don't have it on me. -Where, then?
Come with me.
Selim, go ahead to the car. I'll be right there.
-Where are you going? -I'll be right there.
Out for a ride, boys?
-What are you doing here? -Nothing. Just standing here.
Oh,
Vural, you'd know what to do.
I have a gun.
A really old one.
Where can I take it to be repaired?
Why do you have a gun?
-I don't know. I just do. -What use would you have for it?
I want to chase away the flies.
Why would flies flee from a gun?
You do this.
Nesrin,
pointing a gun and shooting it are two very different things.
I've pointed a gun at someone only once in my life.
It was my ex-husband.
And I pulled my trigger.
But this is really old. It doesn't work, anyway.
I can show you. See?
It worked.
Pity. I shot your tyre.
Better the tyre than one of you, though, right?
Alright, then.
By the way, Ufuk...
Ask your mom over to my place for tea. Don't forget to tell her.
What have you done, Nesrin?
Don't you realize how dangerous they are?
Besides, where did you get that gun?
I went...
and talked to Sungur the pimp.
I paid for it, too. So what?
You want me to just sit and watch while they threaten my husband?
The real question is...
Where did you find that stone, Selim?
It was really dark. Did you have to look long for it?
Or did you scramble to find it, to get a stone in yourself?
Was that how it went?
If you really did that,
then you're more dangerous than they are, Selim.
Step aside.
Still no visitors.
They must've forgotten about me.
Don't be silly.
Your daughter calls every day. She'd never forget about you.
The shuttle was launched.
The shuttle was launched but still no visitors.
They must've forgotten me here.
The shuttle was launched.
Come on.
-Weren't you scared? -Just watch.
See the bloodstain?
The aquarium was busted, as well.
Suveyda. Come here.
Isn't that Mehmet Yurtgil?
Point it at me.
That's it.
What did you do next?
What do you think?
No way.
Right then and there?
Don't get too excited. We didn't record it.
Shit.
Here you go. You can watch the rest of it later.
You won't find the footage in there anywhere else.
We went to all the crime scenes.
So? Did you find any clues?
About who the guy might be, I mean.
-That's not the point. -What is it, then?
Suveyda, show him.
Nevra's cat.
Cat cat psychopath.
What is this?
Welcome to the fan club of Turkey's first legit serial killer.
We had to find a nickname for the guy. Like Jack the Ripper.
We wanted to find a nickname related to the stickers.
-We decided to start calling him Stick. -Stick.
That's good.
We wanted to call him Writer at first, but we decided it would be silly.
Then I thought about the cat costume.
This is what we came up with.
-What are you doing? -Hold on.
DOG SLAYER
-Here it is! -Holy fuck!
That's a great name!
Suveyda didn't like it at all first. Killing dogs doesn't appeal to her.
But I explained to her that it had nothing to do with dogs.
We all love dogs, right?
But that's not the point. This is something else.
He's a cat. A cat that kills dogs.
The weak triumphing over the strong.
It goes against everything we know. It goes against nature.
I think that's awesome.
-I see. -We're almost there.
Just some finishing touches on the website and we go live.
What's missing?
A forum asking a question: Whom would you like Dog Slayer to kill?
People will share on the forum whom they wish death on,
and why they deserve to die.
They will even vote on each other's victims.
A list will emerge.
Like a stock exchange but for prospective murder victims.
That's rad.
Imagine Dog Slayer actually killing someone from that list.
Why not?
-Hold on. I'm almost done. -Sure.
-Take the chair over there. -I'm fine standing.
Have you ever heard about the village of Durucay?
I worked at the courthouse there for a while.
One day, our superiors told us we had to go to a mandatory seminar.
Some Americans came and made a deal with the ministry.
They were the ones holding the seminar.
Anyway...
I was working as a court clerk then. It's the most important job there.
You have to write each and every word down,
never missing a single one.
-I'll wash up and be right back. -What? Sure, sure.
So we went to the seminar.
They gave us these...
These masks.
Stenomasks, they were called.
You speak into it. It's so sound-proofed that no one can hear what you're saying.
It's connected to a recorder that records everything you say.
Anyway...
So they gave me one and I started using it.
It was such a weird feeling, speaking and not having anyone hear you.
It was so impressive that I started seeing it in my dreams.
For instance...
I'm in a crowded place in the dream.
I speak and speak but no one can hear.
You know what happened a few days ago?
I was waiting in line at the bank when a woman came to warn me.
She told me I was speaking to myself.
I was pretty shook up. Who knows what I'd told her.
-Would you like some tea? -No, thank you.
It's funny how things change.
I used to be terrified that no one would hear what I said.
Now, I'm terrified that they might.
I guess...
That's life.
What's wrong with your car?
My car's fine.
I'm the one with the problem.
What have I done?
I forgot to ask him where Ufuk lived.
How am I supposed to find him now?
Hello?
Hello? How do you answer this?
Hello?
Hello? Ufuk?
How do you answer this?
Hello? Ufuk?
You were so good at this stuff, Mebrure.
You were so good at answering the phone and talking to the caller.
I asked you to teach me how but you kept putting it off. Now look at me!
You went and left me, and here I am, all alone!
What am I supposed to do now? Whom am I supposed to ask for help?
Am I supposed to ask them how to answer a phone?
Won't they mock me?
An adult man who can't even answer a phone!
See what you did? I'm over here talking to myself!
He can't do anything! He can't even answer a phone!
I wouldn't be talking to myself if you were here.
That's what the woman at the bank said. I was talking to myself.
Yes, but no one will hear what I'm saying.
You don't hear what I'm saying.
You don't hear!
No one listens! No one listens to me!
No one!
-Good morning. -Good morning.
-Have you been waiting long? -No. I just got here.
Take me to the house.
UFUK EXPECTING YOU FOR DINNER IN KAMBURA
You do hear me.
You should've wished for something bigger.
Just this morning, you said you wanted to see Kambura again,
and here we are, on our way there.
You're right.
When you asked me to cancel all your meetings, I was concerned.
-Everything's alright, right? -Of course. Everything's alright.
I want to see an old friend.
We should have some fish. Our fish is unlike anywhere else's.
And some raki, as well.
You do drink, right?
It doesn't really agree with me.
One glass of raki never hurt anyone.
I've seen much more implausible reports before.
Reports declaring that a man shot from behind had killed himself.
-Welcome to Kambura. -It's a nice place.
Like a fairy tale. Why don't you like it?
Here are the red riding hoods, and there are the wolves.
And mandatory happy endings no matter what comes to pass.
It's a fairy tale, alright. We just need to find the narrator.
Selim or whomever it was that wrote that report.
Ufuk!
Ufuk, come and help me!
Ufuk, I'm talking to you!
-Let me finish my smoke. -Put it out!
Have you lost your mind! What are you doing!
What's one more scar?
Ufuk! Ufuk! Where are you going, son?
Has it been like this for ten years? Why don't they tear it down?
I think they're so used to seeing it that they don't even notice it anymore.
You can't tear down something you don't notice.
The people lost in the fire...
Tayyar Kaymak, 49. His wife, Songul Kaymak, 41.
And their five children.
Seven people, all living in this tiny house?
I read something in a novel once.
"Man takes less and less space the poorer he gets," it said.
The poorer you are, the smaller you can make yourself.
So that's why the richer people get, the more space they need.
Explains the gigantic houses.
How old was the youngest child?
Four months old.
In such a tiny house.
Could you go to sleep when you have a four-month-old here?
I don't remember what I did as a four-month-old.
I'll tell you what you did. You cried nonstop.
So how come the report says
that they were presumed to have slept through the fire?
All of them.
How's that possible? All seven of them, asleep.
I already told you.
Whatever's in the report goes.
Tayyar Kaymak had some priors, right?
Yes. Jailed twice, both times for burglary.
Burglary...
If you were a thief...
would you be living in this place with six other people
while also working the fields?
Never.
I might start working the fields if I'd repented for my sins, though.
Tayyar wasn't a thief.
Not a single one of the people who died in this house was a thief.
-So... -Ufuk.
Alright, Ufuk.
Where were you burnt?
I was burnt here, as well.
I was trying to save them.
Who started the fire?
I did.
I was standing right there.
Everything flared up in an instant. I was startled.
I thought they'd get out of the house after seeing the flames.
But no one get out. The fire was getting bigger.
I could hear the screaming children inside.
I could hear the children's screams!
I ran to the door, but the door was chained and locked.
I tried to break the chains, but I couldn't.
I ran to the other window. It was shut, as well.
I thought maybe...
I couldn't get anyone out!
I shouted to the crowd! Help me, I said!
Let's break the chains together! Somebody help me!
Nobody helped! Nobody broke the chains!
Nobody came! Nobody helped me!
-Then... -Ufuk!
Ufuk!
-Ufuk. -What?
Who chained the doors?
I asked them who did. They told me there were no chains.
I was supposedly...
I was burnt while trying to rescue the family.
A falling beam hit me on the head.
Ufuk, here's what we're going to do.
-Ufuk, we're going... -Arrest me!
-Sure, alright. -Arrest me!
-Come with me. -Arrest me!
-Sure. Fine. -I killed those children. Arrest me!
-Sure. -Please!
-Let's talk for a bit. -My face was burnt here!
-Sure, come with me. -Arrest me, please arrest me!
-Sure, I will. -Arrest me! See my scars?
-Sure. -I burnt the house down!
-I understand. -I killed those children.
-Alright, alright. -Please arrest me.
Look at that house! I'm the one who burnt it down!
-I understand. -The children! I burnt it all down!
-The boy's talking. -Leave him be.
Let him talk.
-You still haven't gotten married? -No.
Of course.
You already have a wife, right?
-Kambura. -That's right.
Why did you call me here, Cemil?
What do you want from me?
What are you doing with that gun?
Blowing out tyres.
I heard.
I heard it all the way in Istanbul.
I'm sure it did.
Selim will be alright, Nesrin.
No one's going to hurt him.
All we ask...
-Is that his imaginary remorse... -Imaginary?
Exactly.
He should keep it to himself.
Quietly.
Let's say you successfully shut Selim up.
What will you do with Ufuk?
How will you shut that poor boy up?
Why would I shut him up?
He's talking as we speak.
Talking to whom, you may ask.
He's talking to that beautiful daughter of yours.
Nevra doesn't realize that Ufuk is a troubled man.
For years now, he's confessed to arson to every cop he ran across.
You should let Nevra know the next time you see her.
He is a certified loon. He doesn't know what he's saying.
Don't you ever wonder what really happened?
-About? -The truth.
No.
So you don't want to know.
I'm loyal to my wife, Nesrin.
You know what true loyalty is?
Never questioning.
In other words, deceiving yourself.
Have you ever...
loved anyone so much that you'd never question anything?
Have you ever...
believed in something no matter what?
Of course not. Never.
I guess...
you must've never had a family, Nesrin.
KAMBURA POLICE DEPARTMENT
You didn't cuff me.
-You promised you'd arrest me. -Don't you realize the state he's in?
Let us talk to him and we will.
Thank you for all your help.
Tell it from the beginning.
-I already did. -Tell it again.
How many times do I need to tell it?
I thought you were proper cops. I burnt the house down!
I killed all those people! What else is there to say?
It seems you won't do your job, either.
I'm not telling you anything.
I'll keep telling it to myself.
I'm so sick of this. I'm so sick of it.
I can do it myself. I don't need you.
Where do you think you're going?
Where do you think you're going!
You're just standing there. You haven't even put me in cuffs!
Fuck you and your cuffs!
You there! Look here! Come here! Quick!
Give me that!
Hold out your hands! Hold them out!
There you go! There's your cuffs!
Let me talk to him alone.
Are you sure?
I'll be right outside. Yell if you need anything.
You were the one I was chasing that night, right?
Why did you want me to see it, Ufuk?
Why did you want the truth to come out after all these years?
After all these years?
I've been imploring the cops ever since the incident.
Telling them that I did it. That they should arrest me.
I've been shouting it from the rooftops for ten years.
But no one will listen.
Then they leave.
Others take their place.
I tell them. They don't listen, either.
I heard Nesrin's daughter had become a cop.
I thought that maybe...
Maybe she'd listen to me.
But how was I supposed to find you?
Then, one day, you appeared in Kambura.
Do you have any trash, Naz?
Your door's unlocked.
Naz?
Are you home? It's Seyit.
Who else was there with you on the night of the fire?
I don't remember.
But everyone was there. I'm sure of it.
Alright.
If Tayyar Kaymak never stole anything,
why did that crowd gather outside his house, aiming to kill him?
Why else?
Because they were gypsies.
Because they were gypsies?
You're telling me that all those people, all those children...
They were killed because they were Romani?
-That's the only reason? -Yes. It's enough.
How do you know that? Who told you?
Nobody told me.
Nobody told me, because...
I remember it all too well.
I don't remember exactly who was there.
But I remember very well...
what I said, what I shouted out as I was throwing that torch.
What were you saying, Ufuk?
"Fuck off out of Kambura!"
"Get out, you filthy gypsies!"
I TOLD NEVRA EVERYTHING BUT SHE WON'T BELIEVE ME.
Our beautiful apartment is going to be all over the news.
You demon. You're going to bring misfortune upon us.
The newspaper told me
that I'd be getting paid for the tip. How much you think I'll get?
I'll give you the money.
Maybe he had a special friend. Maybe he did it.
You think she was selling herself? What do you think?
I doubt she was selling herself.
Unlike you.
Don't be like that. Go on, leave.
-Let him go! -Let the poor boy go!
Do you want us to come and get him?
-Huh? -My son!
My son! Don't be scared. I won't leave you in there!
I won't let anyone hurt you!
Let me go!
He's certified! Certified, I'm telling you! My son is sick!
Let him go! Son! Ufuk!
Ufuk!
He's certified!
He really is certified.
States that he's in poor mental health. He can't be held liable.
I tried telling you, but you wouldn't listen.
DIAGNOSIS: IN POOR MENTAL HEALTH
Sefa, listen to me carefully.
Keep your wits about you, and stay in the building.
I've sent you back-up. They'll be there soon.
They'll get both you and the suspect out of there.
What?
I take all responsibility. Just bring the guy to me.
-Go! -Understood, sir.
I think I've had enough.
Come on. You've had only one glass.
Besides, it's really hard to drink too much in Kambura.
How was the meeting?
-What? -How was your meeting?
Oh. Good, it was good.
I met an old acquaintance, from back when your father was here.
Funny.
You might know my father better than I do.
What do you want?
Excuse me.
Yes?
What?
Taking him to Istanbul?
Don't let them take him away. I don't care how.
Don't disappoint me.
Got it?
Everyone might know my father better than I do.
Yes...
Let him go! Let my son go!
Take him away! Take him away right now!
Feza? It's your turn.
Go on.
She has a beautiful voice. Wait 'til you hear it.
Go on, Feza. They're all listening.
Here you go, Feza.
My head is foamy cloud.
My inside and outside is a sea.
I'm a walnut tree in Gulhane Park.
An old walnut tree. With long branches and pieces.
Neither you are aware of this
nor is the police.
Whenever I recite that poem,
I feel as I'm traveling into space.
If you won't do it,
then I'll do it myself.
I'll do it myself, alright. I'll show all of you.
What's he doing in there?
What's he up to?
Ufuk!
Ufuk, come on!
Shit.
Shit!
Shit, shit, shit!
What are you doing, just standing there, you dumbass?
Attention all units, I repeat:
The suspect is 1.79 tall and weighs 70 kilos.
He has distinctive burn marks on his face. His name is Ufuk Terazi.
-Clear. -Where could he have run to?
-Check his home. -Where?
We should check his home.
What's going on here?
We don't have time for this.
What's going on here? What's going on?
Get out of our way.
-What do they want? -They want the kid, sir.
Hello there.
-Stay back. Don't come any closer. -Sure, I won't.
It all ends here.
You can't change my mind. I'm going to do it.
-I won't interfere. As you were. -Who are you?
-I'm just going to need the knife back. -What knife?
-It was you? -Yes.
-How did you know I'd be there? -I'm from Kambura, after all.
We all know about that place. Escapers Central, you might call it.
Tevfik made his jailbreak there.
Everybody knows about it. They used to tell it like a fairy tale.
They must've told it to you, as well, huh?
I've never seen you before.
Are you from Kambura?
In actual fact, Tevfik had that place built.
When he heard he was going to be transported
to a prison in Istanbul, he called his men.
Told them to construct a public bathroom on the highway.
He'd ask the cops to stop there and run out the window.
The Can, they used to call it.
The Can.
Escape Central, as it later became known.
How many years it must've been...
What do you want from me? Why did you help me?
You texted your brother Umut telling him you were going to kill yourself.
What was that you said?
"The woman cop is back in Kambura.
I'm going to tell them everything.
Either they jail me or I kill myself."
-How do you know about my text to Umut? -So I... Let me speak.
Let me speak. I'm trying to tell you a story.
I saw them taking you away. I saw the crowd outside,
telling them to let you go, telling them you're certified.
I decided to wait in Escape Central. You never know, right?
How do you know about my text to Umut?
Where is he? Is Umut here as well?
No, son. Umut isn't here.
-He's the one who sent you. -You could say that.
-So you know Umut? -Do I know him? Of course!
I know Umut. I know Seyfi.
All of Kambura knows you.
Everybody used to love you.
"Look at the triplets!" they'd say.
I don't want to keep you much longer. Please get back to what you were doing.
I'll just be standing here.
-Can I have the knife back, please? -Take it.
Thank you very much.
He isn't here! Clear the road!
Clear the road! Ufuk ran away!
Clear the road so we can find him!
We aren't going anywhere.
We aren't going anywhere without Ufuk. Where is he?
He's in the car, I know it! Let's overwhelm them and get him!
Let's go.
Are they launching fireworks or something?
-Would you like some help, son? -Don't come any closer. Stay right there.
It's funny.
I went to see a play the other day.
There was a scene that resembled this.
Not exactly, but close.
I didn't find it believable at first,
but I think they might've had a point.
They said that conscience resembles the gut.
And the gut resembles conscience.
If you want it emptied, you have to be the one to do it.
Funny. See...
I prepared this for you.
To stick on your forehead.
But since you're going to be the one to do it,
I wouldn't want to disrespect you.
I wouldn't want to get between you and your conscience.
That's why I won't.
Go on.
I wonder which of us is the crazier one. Leave me alone.
-Would you like some help? -Stay right there!
Sure. But don't tarry.
The cops are looking for you. They might be here soon.
Make it quick. Raise yourself. Just like this, see?
Not like that. Get on your tippy-toes.
That's it!
Let yourself go!
Kill yourself and be done with it. No more pangs of conscience, Ufuk.
Go on, don't be scared.
Go on!
Where are you?
It's funny.
This is exactly how I taught my daughter to swim.
We were in Erdek.
She was on the pontoon. I was in the water.
I kept telling her to jump.
She refused to do it.
I told her I was right there, there was nothing to be scared of.
Come on, come to papa.
Let yourself go.
Come on in.
That's it! That was some jump.
Zuhal wouldn't jump.
She just froze.
My little girl wouldn't trust her father.
She was wise beyond her years.
DOG SLAYER