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Your name?
Sedat Yücel.
Occupation?
I've been a correctional officer at Konya Penitentiary for 29 years.
Mr. Sedat, this isn't an interrogation.
As you're aware, the police are handling that.
You're being interviewed regarding your conduct
as part of an investigation launched by the Ministry of Justice.
But it might result in you getting prosecuted.
You might be discharged and thus lose your right to a pension
along with all rights you've obtained during your service.
I know.
All right.
Let's begin, then.
On the day of the incident, which is April 25th, 2018,
was inmate Musa Solak under your custody?
Yes.
Spotify.
-What? -Spotify.
"Stopify?"
"Spotify," man.
You know the spots that sell second-hand stuff?
Okay. What about them?
So, this…
I mean, you can listen to music online using this app.
All the teens love it.
-Is it free? -Yeah.
But Internet isn't free.
Don't worry about that. I can just use the app, right?
How do I do it?
Have you ever played any video games online?
-I have at a cybercafé. -Okay.
You know how you click on an icon, and the game launches?
-Yeah? -It's the same.
You tap on it, and it launches.
Just like my razor scars.
It has three lines on a green background.
It looks just like them.
I bet he has a side chick.
He hasn't come home before 2:00 a.m. for a month.
Who? Your father?
No, my grandfather!
Are you even listening? I'm telling you something.
Things are shit at home.
At least you have a father.
Then there's me.
Honey, even the new kids know you don't have a father.
Just stop it.
-Where are you going? -I need a smoke.
-Do you want to come? -No. Just go.
By the way,
he'll be back in a few days or a week, tops.
-Who? Your father? -No, my grandfather!
Cool. You can introduce us.
I can't. How can I? He's only staying for a night.
Is that so?
Fine.
We're basically neighbors. I just want to see him for five minutes.
What do you say?
Come on. Don't be an idiot.
He'll be here for just one night.
Am I supposed to tell him that he has to meet my friends?
Come in.
You've asked for me, sir.
Yeah, Sedat.
An inmate has requested a leave. Musa Solak.
He'll visit his home for a day next week under your watch.
-Okay, sir, but you know I want to retire. -I know. It'll be fine.
Don't worry. He's a calm guy. He has a valid excuse.
You'll leave on the 24th and spend the day there,
then get back the following day before nighttime.
But my daughter's coming back from Italy.
Sedat!
Things are already complicated. Please don't cause more trouble.
All right, sir. I'm sorry. I'll do it.
Behçet will handle your expenses.
Also, get him back sooner if you can.
Of course, Mr. Faruk.
-If you'll excuse me. -Go ahead.
Hey, baby!
You don't even say hi anymore?
I didn't see you. If I had…
Yeah?
I would've said hi if I had.
You would've?
I should go. I'm already late.
All right. Go, then.
I'll find you somewhere anyway.
You were very young back then.
I mean…
I can't do this.
Hello, Yonca. How are you, honey?
You've grown so much.
Fuck.
Hello, Yonca. Have you gotten used to the house?
You were born here, you know.
Don't worry.
I'll be back in the blink of an eye.
As if she fucking cares whether you come back or not.
Hello, Yonca.
My name is Musa.
I'm your father.
Bon appétit.
-Thanks. -Thanks.
Did he tell you anything suspicious?
Maybe something that would indicate his intentions?
No.
He didn't say anything suspicious.
He was excited, though.
-Because he'd meet his daughter? -Yeah.
He hadn't seen her in 14 years. That's why he asked for a leave.
-Why wait for 14 years? -His wife wouldn't let him meet her.
She told her that Musa was dead.
That's why.
She never allowed the girl to visit or write to him.
So, why did she allow it now?
She didn't.
She died.
How?
Car accident.
Then?
Then, the mother's parents had to take her in.
But they didn't want her.
Then, they handed the girl over to Musa's mother.
His mother has severe Alzheimer's.
So…
That's why he requested a leave all of a sudden.
Have you really never seen even a photo of her?
No. She didn't send any.
Were they in Antalya, too?
No. When I got locked up, she went to Urfa to live with her father.
I sent letters.
I called, too, but…
Then what happened?
Nothing.
How did you get this photo, then?
Our neighbor, Nuriye, sent it to me.
God bless her.
We don't have anyone. She always took care of us.
She sent me the photo three or four days ago.
She didn't want to before.
-Do you have any kids, sir? -I do.
A daughter.
-She's 25. -How nice. God bless her.
-Amen. God bless yours, too. -Amen.
Musa…
why was your late ex-wife
so mad at you?
What happened?
Sir, we…
She got pregnant. That's why we got married.
I was drunk, and…
I was stupid.
Look at your kid for one last time!
God damn you, Musa!
I actually had a relationship…
Anyway, we didn't know each other well.
Mistakes were made.
-Are the police aware of this place? -Of course they are.
Let's not hang around here.
-It's Elif. I'll just… -Sir.
One second.
Hello?
Yeah, honey?
I'm okay.
How are you?
I'm in Antalya, honey.
They assigned me here for a day.
I'll be back by tomorrow.
What?
All the preparation…
This is not okay. Your mother's going to be crushed.
What else would she say over the phone? She just doesn't want you to be upset.
What?
Don't do this to us, honey.
Just don't.
Haven't you made us suffer enough already?
Enough is enough, Elif!
Look. Listen-- Hello?
-What's up? -It's nothing.
Parenting issues.
We're here, sir.
-Welcome, Musa. -Nice to see you, Nuriye.
Mr. Sedat.
-Welcome. -Thanks, honey.
He's from the penitentiary.
I see. Welcome, sir.
Welcome again.
-Fuck off! Let me go! -Get over here!
-I swear I'll… -Let me go!
Fuck off! Just fuck off!
I'll be over here, Musa.
No way, sir. The table's ready. Come inside.
You shouldn't have bothered.
Please, sir.
-Come in, sir. -Okay.
-Where's Mom? -She's inside.
Mom!
My beautiful mother!
Were you waiting for your son at the window?
Who is he?
Why did you say you're my son?
It's me, Mom. It's me.
What are you doing in my house?
Who are they, honey?
It's me, Mom. It's Musa. Don't you recognize your son?
Musa?
Don't be ridiculous.
We had a neighbor. Her name was İksan.
Her husband's name was Ramazan.
Do you remember Ramazan?
Of course I do.
Ramazan was very ill.
I wonder if he ever recovered.
He's fine, Mom. Don't worry about him.
-Is he really? -Yeah.
That's nice to hear.
He said, "Aunt Nebahat shouldn't worry about me at all."
How could I not worry?
Come on. You should get some rest.
-What? -Come on, ma'am. You're tired.
-I am tired. -Let's go.
-Just take a short nap. -I'm going to.
Who are these men?
-Kick them out. -Sure I will, ma'am.
-Don't worry. -I need to sleep.
Okay.
Just lie down for a while.
It's a very difficult illness.
God help her.
Thanks for saying that, sir.
Please take a seat, sir.
-It's okay. -Go ahead.
-Nuriye. -Yeah?
Is she always like this?
Is she always gone?
The doctor said anything could happen.
I see.
She has no idea, though. She's just living her life.
You two must be hungry. The table's ready.
-Thank you. -Go ahead, sir.
All right.
Nuriye…
She's at school. She has some important exam.
She'll be back before the last period.
-Come on. -Okay.
MRS. AYŞENUR FROM THE BANK
Why were you so distracted
by the phone call you got?
I mean…
I was just upset because my daughter canceled her visit.
That must be why.
Why did she cancel?
In a nutshell…
She got married into a wealthy family.
They're well-connected, important people.
They live in Italy.
Our daughter, too.
They were visiting Istanbul for a week.
They were going to stay with us for a few days.
We made preparations, obviously.
Then they had some other business, and…
Ultimately it didn't happen. They didn't visit.
That's why I was a bit upset.
That's all.
A rich son-in-law, you say.
Them being rich doesn't mean that I don't fulfill my duties.
I always do what I have to do.
It's just that you wouldn't have money issues for the wedding and all.
Obviously.
You don't like it?
I do.
It's delicious.
I can get you something else.
No. You did great. Everything's delicious.
-Enjoy it. -I just lost my appetite.
Is it because of the call?
No.
I'll have a smoke.
-Bon appétit. -Thanks, sir.
Hello, honey. Welcome. Come in.
Come on in.
Come in. Don't just stand there.
Hello, Yonca.
I'm Musa.
I know.
Hang on.
I made this for you.
Maybe you'll put a photo in it.
Thank you.
Let's eat. You must be hungry.
-I'm starving. -Come on, then.
No, boss.
I mean, it looks like that, but you never know.
Of course.
Are you coming tonight, boss?
All right, boss, but--
You know, he was here today, and--
-Okay, boss. -Shut up, you fuckwit.
Okay. I was just saying.
See you tonight.
See you.
Fucking asshole!
You check in every ten minutes but get mad if I ask you anything.
-Get me some coffee. -Right away.
When I was in the military,
I had a wealthy friend.
He said one day,
"Musa, have you ever thought
that drinking out of a glass cup would be a luxury?"
We laughed so much.
You learn to appreciate things during military service.
It's the same in prison.
How's school?
It's okay.
Great.
It's…
You know, it's not easy
to meet in person.
I just…
You know…
You'll be 18 in two years.
I thought that I should meet you before it's too late.
I couldn't stop what happened,
but it did happen.
It's okay.
It's not.
What are you doing?
Hang on.
-Who are you looking at? -No one.
-Who is it? -It's nobody.
It's Musa and Yonca.
-Musa's here? -Yes, he's here.
-Where is he? -He's on the porch, ma'am.
You have to eat.
I'll take you to him afterwards.
Who else did you say?
Yonca.
Your granddaughter is with him.
Yonca.
-Yonca! -Okay, ma'am. Let's just…
-Yonca! My baby! -Calm down, ma'am.
-Come on. What's wrong? -My baby!
It's fine.
-My baby! -Get up, ma'am. Come here.
Today was exhausting. It's okay, ma'am. Come on.
Look, honey. It's hard to stay decent around here.
So, you have to be careful.
You have to watch out for yourself.
We're going to leave as soon as I'm back anyway.
We won't stay.
All right?
All right.
Of course I asked about it. I can't keep asking.
Gülendam, I can't keep asking every day.
They're going to get antsy.
Why? What's wrong with asking about your pension bonus?
You don't know how things work.
It has to be approved by the accountant and the warden first.
I can't ask about it 50 times a day. They must be talking behind my back.
What's there to talk about?
They should worry about themselves.
Every man for himself.
-Sedat. -Yeah? What?
You remember Nafiz? The tailor.
His errand boy stopped by this morning.
He said Nafiz wants to talk to you.
Why would he send people over?
-That asshole. -He said you're not taking his calls.
Did you borrow money from that loan shark, Sedat?
Why would I do that?
I couldn't take his calls. I'm on duty here.
He called me just twice.
Don't worry about it. I'll call and talk to him.
It'll be fine.
Has Elif called you, Gülendam?
She won't. They're not coming.
I have a pot on the stove.
Okay. I'll get the inmate back and be home tomorrow.
-Call me if you need anything. -Okay.
They don't have time.
They only get to travel when the husband's on leave.
-I can make the salad. -No need, sir.
I make a mean salad, though.
-Do you really? -Damn right.
-Nuriye. -Yeah?
Some guy stared us down by the café.
It was weird.
Don't worry, sir. I'm sure it's nothing.
No. He was looking at us as if he'd… I can read people well.
-Nuriye. -Yeah?
When are they leaving?
We're leaving early in the morning.
All right? Don't worry about it.
Sir…
She's asking because she misses her dad.
The girl showed no indication of trauma?
She didn't.
She didn't do anything that would raise my attention.
Are you hungry?
No, I'm full. Thank you.
-I'm going to order something. You? -I'm hungry too.
What do you want?
I don't know. You? Just get me the same thing.
Meatballs, pide, döner…
-Meatballs, then. -Okay.
Let's get some meatballs.
You know what? I want döner.
Okay. One portion? More?
One portion.
İhsan.
-Yes, sir? -I'm going to order some food.
-I have a question. -Go ahead.
Meatballs and…
You guys know these things. Will I be able to retire soon?
-Airan? -Yeah.
-When do you want to? -Apparently, the wedding is on June 5th.
I need my pension bonus by then.
That's unlikely.
Right?
The police sent this. They forgot the signature.
That's what I thought, but…
You said "apparently."
Excuse me?
You said it's "apparently" on June 5th, as if you found out later.
It's your wedding, too.
-Did I say "apparently?" -Yeah.
It's just a figure of speech.
Because the wedding is on June 5th.
What are you doing in my room?
-What? -Get out.
-Who are you? -All right.
He's not a stranger, ma'am.
I know him.
-What? -I know him.
Are you inviting men in our home, you slut?
Come on. Don't be like that.
I'd never invite a man in your home.
I'll be inside.
Get out.
-I don't want him here. Who is he? -I'll send him away.
-Do that. -I will.
I don't know him.
-He was snooping around. -All right. It's fine, ma'am.
So, how are you, Musa?
I'm okay.
I'm waiting to be released. It's soon.
Yeah.
Apo keeps asking about you. We keep watch over the house. Don't worry.
Thanks. God bless you.
-How's Apo's business? -Much bigger.
The turnover is over half a million. The tourists buy from us, too.
Half a million?
Yeah, but bigger business results in more trouble.
Expenses are larger.
Who cares if the turnover is half a million?
Eighty-four people have been arrested just last year, Musa.
In a single year.
We have to take care of them. Don't forget that.
The police confiscated
nearly 2,5 tonnes of weed and about 100 kilos of cocaine.
They pocketed 240,000 pills, too.
You can't just tell your supplier, "Sorry, but the cops took it."
-Right? -Right.
Yeah.
Fuck that shit anyway.
Apo will surely want you by his side when you get out.
We'll see.
I didn't need it until today, and I hope I won't in the future.
Of course, brother.
I know you don't need it.
It's just that we need you.
-Does he still live here? -No.
He bought a nice house in Lara.
But he stops by every night.
Why?
To collect.
Haluk runs the café for him.
He collects his money daily after the night prayer.
Is someone there?
Anyway, Kadir…
I should go before he sees me.
-Take care of my family. -Of course.
-No way. -Please.
I have enough money.
All right?
Say hi to everyone. Goodbye.
So cold.
-Yeah. What's up with the weather? -I know.
-God bless. -Amen.
-Thanks. -Come in.
Hello.
Welcome, boss.
-Any news? -We haven't seen him again.
He didn't leave the house.
It looks delicious.
-Just open it up. -I want baklava!
-Baklava! -Give some to the kids.
-Is Nuriye there? -Yes. She didn't leave the house, either.
Where's Kadir?
He went to talk to him in the afternoon. He didn't stop by again.
I mean, what the fuck is this?
Why let him take a leave three years before his sentence ends?
Musa doesn't know anything, right?
No, boss. There's no trouble.
We would've known by now if there were.
Kadir called afterwards and told me everything was fine.
Dimwit! Why didn't you tell me? You just told me he didn't stop by!
I don't know why, boss. You didn't tell me to--
Because all you think about is pussy!
You fucking…
I'm sorry, boss.
Only Erhan didn't deliver. I told him he has until tomorrow.
Erhan does this a lot nowadays.
Send someone to shoot him in the leg.
His take is not one fourth but one sixth from now on.
He can't profit from that, boss.
-It won't be worth it. -Listen!
Isn't he a fucking junkie? He'll take whatever I give him.
Yes, boss.
Nuriye, do we have any desserts?
No, honey.
I should've gotten some. We have cookies, though.
-I'll bring you some. -No, thanks.
-Are you sure? -Yeah. Thanks.
Is that Instagram?
-What? -Isn't that Instagram?
You know, where you post photos and add comments.
Yeah, that's Instagram.
Do you have it?
I do, but this is something else.
-I'm talking to a friend on WhatsApp. -On what?
-WhatsApp. -WhatsApp. Right.
Do you have Facebook?
Where am I going to sleep, Nuriye?
Tonight? That's a problem. Come sleep at my place.
No need.
She can sleep in her bed.
I'll just sleep on the floor.
We'll have the night to ourselves. Would that be okay?
Sure.
All right, then.
You can stay at my place, sir.
I have room. I'll make you a bed.
I should stay here, honey.
I can't leave. There are rules.
It's a bad neighborhood anyway. I don't want any issues.
I'll just sleep on the couch if that's okay.
Okay, sir.
I TOLD YOU. MY FATHER'S HERE.
-SERIOUSLY? -YEAH.
-WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S NOT TRUE. -DUDE, HE'S IN THE ROOM WITH ME.
YEAH, RIGHT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO INTRODUCE US.
I TOLD YOU. I CAN'T…
Are you still texting?
Yeah.
Is it a boy?
Who?
The one who's texting you. Is it a boy?
Oh, no. It's a girl.
That's a relief.
You're not allowed to leave the house, right?
Right.
Why?
-Let go! It hurts! -Stop yelling!
You're hurting me! Let me go!
-Let me go! -Calm down!
-Stop! Let me go! -You fucking whore!
-Let me go! -Stop moving!
It's okay! It's over!
Nuriye, it's okay. It's over now.
It's over.
-Are we just going to chat? -Yes. Just make small talk for a minute.
It'll only take a minute.
It's okay. I'm already out anyway.
We'll just stop by.
Okay. Maybe we'll take a walk afterwards.
Sure.
What if Mr. Sedat wakes up?
Who cares? He can't do anything.
-That building. -Okay.
-Let's wait over here. -All right.
There she is.
I can't believe you made me do this.
-Hello. -Hello.
Here we are.
-It was for real? -Yeah. How are you, honey?
Hi. I was actually kidding, but…
Yeah, right!
-What did you tell your parents? -That you were here.
I told them I'll be back in a few.
I hear that you didn't believe I was real.
It's not like that, sir.
"It's not like that, sir." What is it like, then?
All right! You made your point.
Anyway, we have to go now.
Okay, then. I'll have a smoke since I'm already out.
Good night, honey.
Pass me one.
With your dad here?
Right.
Okay. See you.
Good night.
I'm glad you did this.
-That I got you out? -Yeah.
-You must've missed the place. -It's not that.
It's having a dad-daughter adventure. I'm going to tell everyone when I'm back.
I hope Mr. Sedat didn't check the room.
He wouldn't just look into people's rooms. I'm sure he didn't.
Why would he?
Why?
I'm not running away. I just have three years left.
Why would I run?
Let's go back before you go insane.
No way.
You had no idea they left the house?
None.
I found out after the interrogation.
It's completely my fault. I accept that.
But we had left so early. I was exhausted.
I think I fell asleep immediately.
-And his relationship with the daughter? -She couldn't warm up to him.
We didn't know why back then.
And he reacted as soon as he found out why.
Yeah.
Wasn't he suspicious of her demeanor at all?
She wasn't doing anything suspicious.
So, did Nuriye know Apo was forcing her into prostitution?
She knew.
She hid it to prevent Musa from going ballistic.
How was your mom? How was your life together?
I know I keep asking things. You don't have to answer.
You know how it was.
Actually, I don't know how it was.
I didn't know Nihan well.
What do you mean? She was your wife.
You're right.
-Why are you looking at me like that? -No reason. I just like it.
-Like what? -You.
You know, since you're my daughter.
I am, aren't I?
Just wait till I get out.
We're always going to be together after I get out.
You promise?
I promise.
You promised.
I swear.
-A selfie? -What?
I'm going to take a photo of us.
I'll show my friends at school.
Why not? Who's going to take it?
-Me. -Okay.
It looks so different.
When were you last here?
So long ago.
I got locked up 15 years ago, so…
A lot has changed since then.
How would you know? You just came here.
I mean… My friends told me about it.
I get along well with Mom.
-What? -I mean, I used to.
Remember how you asked about Mom in the tram?
-Do you want me to tell you? -Of course. Do tell.
We used to get along so well.
She worked during the day.
We prepared dinner together every night.
I'll be late. I didn't cook anything.
Just eat what's in the fridge from yesterday.
She told me how her day went and all.
Who came, what they did…
Say something!
Do I look like a street lamp?
I told her about my school day.
Okay.
We loved cooking together.
I'm not your servant!
We were more like friends rather than family.
I see.
Then, we had dinner together.
We loved having some tea while watching TV.
We'd watch our favorite shows three days a week
and game shows on the other three.
Sunday was our movie night.
We'd go to the movies some Sundays.
It was my favorite.
We'd get some sweet popcorn and sometimes yogurt.
The kind they make at the movie theaters.
They add chocolate, caramel, sugar, fruit…
It's delicious.
-"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN, 'TAME'?" -"IT MEANS TO ESTABLISH TIES."
-Fuck off! -You fuck off, you son of a whore!
-I'll show you, you asshole! -You're the only whore here!
-Just wait and see! -Shut up!
I liked movies more, but Mom loved her shows.
Her favorite was love stories.
I don't like them. They keep dragging it out.
It's ridiculous. I hate it.
I like action movies more.
Or thrillers.
That's pretty much it. Can we go back now?
One last thing.
Let's go in if you're cold.
No, I'm fine.
Have you been here before?
It's my first time.
This place is very old. It was here when I was a kid.
You see that guy in there?
-With the mustache. -Yeah.
He's the owner. He was here when I was a kid.
When I was in middle school,
I used to stop by every day and get some éclair.
I asked my dad every day to give me some éclair money.
Anyway.
I was around one day.
I saw Nuriye by the door.
I had to get her one, too.
Back then…
See that first table there?
The éclairs used to be there.
I only had enough money for one.
I had no choice.
What? Did you steal it?
Not so loud.
I did pay for one, though.
Were you in love with her?
Madly.
Why didn't you marry her instead, then?
I wanted to.
But…
But the night I met your mother…
I was drunk.
Then…
Then, things happened between us.
-So-- -I got it. Okay.
I'm glad it happened.
Why?
Because you were born.
You're still in love with her.
With whom? Nuriye?
Yeah. She loves you, too.
How do you know?
It's so obvious. Anyone could tell.
You don't want them to see you?
I'll get in a lot of trouble if they do.
You go.
I'll come through the backyards.
We'll meet around five houses past the café.
-Okay. -Let's go.
Hey, baby.
What's up? Where are you coming from this late?
Nowhere. I was visiting a friend.
We chatted for a bit, and now I'm going home.
Chat with me for a while, too.
What do you say? No?
-This late? -Yeah.
Why not? If you can do it with other people…
It's late.
It'll be fine. Just for a minute.
-What does he want? -Who? Haluk?
-"Haluk?" -Yeah.
He's as old as I am. You should call him "Mr."
Hell, "Uncle" even.
I used to call him "Mr. Haluk," but he asked me to drop the formality.
Okay. Go home.
-Where are you going? -Go home.
It's okay. I'll call him "Mr." Don't start a fight.
Please! You'll get in trouble.
I beg you. Don't do it.
Let's go.
Look.
Use the back alleys as much as you can.
-Don't walk past the café. -Okay.
-Just until I get back. -Okay. Don't worry.
Tomorrow morning,
we're going back to Konya, and you're going back to your life.
Keep your head down for just three years.
It's not much. Time will fly by.
You'll have been graduated by then.
Maybe you'll go to college.
We'll move if you want to study somewhere else.
All of us.
Nuriye, too.
I'll find a job.
I'm a foreman, after all.
I'll work two jobs if I have to.
I'll help you graduate.
I'm low-maintenance myself.
I won't lust for more.
Nuriye?
-I saw you two leave. -What?
I saw you two leave.
We visited her friend.
Yonca insisted.
I see.
-Is she asleep? -Yeah.
Let's sit.
You got a haircut.
Yeah, I did.
It was shorter, like boys' hair,
but it grew back.
I like to keep it short.
It's been a while, though.
-I don't have a pin. Is it too frizzy? -It's not.
It looks beautiful.
Thanks.
I'll let you get some sleep.
-Nuriye. -Yeah?
I have so much to tell you, but there aren't enough words.
I know.
I always get the same feeling.
What feeling?
I bottle them up since I can't talk to you.
-And then… -Yeah. Then what?
I won't tell you. You'll laugh.
-I don't even know what it is. -I won't.
I promise I won't laugh. I'm just curious.
-You promise? -I promise.
I wrote letters to you.
I know. You mailed me a lot of letters.
Not them…
I didn't mail all of them.
-What do you mean? -I kept one for each one I mailed.
Why did you?
I just didn't. I mean…
Why? Weren't they addressed to me?
-Bring them over. -No.
-I want to read them. -No.
Read them when you're back.
You wrote two each time? You kept one and mailed the… God!
-You promised. -I'm not laughing.
-You are, though. -I'm not.
Now I'm laughing.
Musa, we have to go.
We're going by bus, right, Nuriye?
I borrowed my friend's car. I'll drive you.
I'll drop Yonca off afterwards.
They can say goodbye at the terminal.
And Mrs. Nebahat?
The neighbor's daughter will look after her.
İremnaz can take care of her. She'll be here soon.
Okay.
-I'll be just outside. -Okay, sir.
Hello? Nafiz.
Good morning.
I'm on duty.
What?
They just assigned me. That's why I couldn't pick up.
Now, look.
I hear you've been sending people because I wasn't answering.
That's not okay.
I'm ready.
Musa.
-Are you okay, son? -I am, sir. I'm fine.
I think we're very early. Right, Nuriye?
Let's just wait over there, then.
All right.
Go ahead.
I'll get us some tea, then. Would you like some?
Sure.
Take care of yourself.
Okay. You too.
Remember our talk on the porch yesterday?
I was trying to apologize, but I couldn't.
Yeah?
-Since we have time-- -It's okay. I get it.
-I'm serious. You don't have to. -But I do. I do.
You don't have to listen.
I'm not telling it for you anyway.
A friend in prison told me a story about his son.
Not a little boy, though. A teenager.
He said he was impulsive.
He was always in trouble.
Osman was scared to death that something would happen to him.
Anyway, he said…
"Look, the baby, your baby…"
"They deliver it at the hospital and hand it over."
"And they say…
'Keep it alive.'"
"That's your objective."
It has to live so you can call yourself a father.
Being a man is worth nothing otherwise.
If you can't look after your kid…
if you can't protect them, are you really a man?
I couldn't be there for you.
Who knows what you've been through with no one to talk to.
Who knows how many assholes, motherfuckers,
and pricks you've encountered.
Who knows what they asked of you just because you didn't have a father.
But you stood up to them as much as you could.
You were scared. So scared.
But you couldn't tell anyone.
Musa.
Son.
Son!
-Is it really you? -It is!
I'm here, Mom. I'm right here, beautiful.
-Musa. -Mom.
Your grandparents didn't want you.
They sent you to your father's, who you thought was dead.
That's when you found out that your father was in prison.
It's okay. You're here now, right?
My beautiful mother!
You trusted me with her, but I failed.
That's why you're here, right?
What…
What do you mean, Mom?
Yonca.
My granddaughter, Yonca.
-Yonca. -What?
Look at me. What happened to her?
What happened, Mom?
Look at me, Mom. What happened to Yonca?
You're a good girl.
Thank you so much.
For what?
What's your name?
My angel.
My beautiful granddaughter. You're so beautiful.
You're not my daughter. What's your name?
Musa, what are you talking about?
What are you saying, son? Don't be ridiculous.
Musa!
-You can leave, honey. -Musa.
Musa.
It's okay, honey. Off you go.
-Musa, calm down, for God's sake. -This is not okay.
It's okay. Stop crying. It's fine.
-Musa, please calm down. -Don't cry. Off you go.
You're being ridiculous. We'll get to the bus.
Mr. Sedat, she's not my daughter.
What are you talking about? Of course she is!
You haven't seen her in 15 years. It's okay to be nervous.
-Let's just go. -Tell me where my daughter is.
It's not what you think it is.
Something bad happened. Tell me where she is, Nuriye.
Let go of her, Musa. It's okay.
Where is my daughter? Tell me, Nuriye.
Just tell me!
Son, she is your daughter.
-It's okay. -She's not my daughter.
Nuriye, where is my daughter?
What is he talking about, Nuriye?
Is he telling the truth?
Tell me.
Yonca!
Oh, my baby girl.
Yonca wouldn't come out of her shell when she came here.
I wrote to you about it.
I told you she hadn't even talked in a long time.
Nebahat was all over her, though.
She was overjoyed, like you were back.
But you know how erratic she gets.
It affected the girl badly.
I took a photo of her and framed it,
so that Nebahat can remember her.
I hid it just before you arrived.
Nebahat found it, apparently. I didn't check again.
I'm an idiot.
Nothing was enough, Musa.
We told her you were alive and in prison.
She told us her father was dead.
She had a bad temper. She was always mad.
I couldn't convince her to go to school. She didn't want to.
Then…
Then, she met a junkie girl in the neighborhood.
She sold her some, saying she'd forget her troubles.
Showed her how to use it, too.
I swear she was already addicted by the time I noticed.
The damage was done.
Nothing worked, Musa.
I kicked her ass. I locked her up.
I swear I tried everything.
She had racked up some debt, too.
So, Apo wanted her to deal drugs. I said no.
I told him I'd do it instead.
He refused.
He told me not to worry.
That she only had to deal and nothing else.
Musa.
I beg you, Musa. Please.
I did it all for you. I swear.
I told everyone in the neighborhood not to tell you anything.
Tell me, Nuriye.
She left to deal one night.
She didn't come back.
I used to wait for her every night. I swear.
But I fell asleep that night.
Must be the Devil's work.
She was already gone when I found her.
No one had even checked her.
None of those assholes had bothered.
-How did it happen? -I don't know.
I don't. I swear I tried to find out.
I couldn't.
Apo told me enough was enough.
He told me to let it go.
I told him he had to bury her without telling anyone.
Why?
So you wouldn't find out.
If you had found out, police would've gotten involved.
I feared you'd never get out of prison.
But Apo kept his word.
The municipality, the police… Nobody was involved.
We secretly buried her.
I did everything right, Musa.
So, he figured out something was up.
He realized Apo forced his daughter into prostitution.
The girl got spooked and ran. She's been missing since.
Musa came up to you
and attacked you out of nowhere.
So…
He just walked over
and headbutted you.
You were disoriented.
He first took your gun,
then knocked you out with it.
Quoting from your formal statement,
"He was already gone by the time I woke up."
"I found out what he did after the fact."
That's right.
Don't do it, son.
Let's just get on the bus and leave.
-Musa. -Musa!
Let me go, sir.
Son, don't.
Let go, sir.
Sir, I'm begging you! Please don't hurt him!
Don't go.
Either shoot me or get out of my way, sir.
Do you have anything to add?
No.
You had no idea where he went or what he'd do.
Exactly.
Son.
Don't do this.
-Musa! -Sir…
Take this.
Thank you, sir.
Musa.
This seems shady.
What do you mean?
He supposedly did this because they forced his daughter,
but we don't have any evidence.
This is all we have.
Nuriye Çataklı's statement.
The daughter, Yonca Solak, is missing.
She vanished after the incident. It's as if she never existed.
You wanted to retire just before the incident,
your reason being your daughter getting married in Rome.
The groom is wealthy. Great.
But, as you mentioned,
you do have some responsibilities as the bride's family.
I mean… Are you implying something? I don't get it.
I'm implying nothing.
It already doesn't add up at all, and I'm waiting for you to explain.
You were in a major crime hub,
and you're talking about pensions and weddings.
What are you getting at?
I'm telling you.
What does my bonus have to do with my daughter's wedding?
What? A lot, apparently.
-But what you're saying is-- -Shut up!
Mr. Sedat, this is now part of the investigation.
You can't just say it's personal and be done with it!
-Just tell us. -Tell us!
I'm in debt.
A lot bigger than I can handle.
I only have one daughter. I've done all she asked.
I went above and beyond for her.
That was a mistake, I guess.
We didn't get her ideas. We didn't know what to do.
We didn't know.
She wanted to go to college.
She was obsessed with it.
But she didn't study. She should've if that's what she wanted.
She couldn't get into one. She was devastated.
But she's my daughter, you know.
I felt sorry for her,
so I enrolled her in some private college in Ankara.
I found a dorm, too.
I'm just a CO.
-Do you have kids? -I do.
-Yeah. -You know how it is, then.
Money's tight.
Between her tuition, the dorm fees, and her regular expenses…
I start to work as a cab driver at night near some clubs.
It works for a while.
We borrow. We try to spend less. We manage with small debts.
Then comes her senior year.
She meets him in her senior year.
They fall in love.
They decide to get married.
Like I said, the guy is well-connected. His parents are wealthy, important people.
She doesn't tell him I'm a CO.
She's ashamed of it, apparently.
She leaves the dorm and rents an apartment.
She buys furniture.
She doesn't want him to see her in a bus or something,
so she gets a used car.
She takes a loan from the bank and signs the papers.
Anyway.
She has no way out.
It was already too late by the time she told us.
Thankfully, I was able to settle her debts in Ankara.
But our own debts are still unpaid.
Our only hope is my pension bonus.
That's all.
Who was she?
Who? The girl?
Her mom and I work at the boutique.
Her father left them when she was one year old.
The poor thing's still waiting for him.
Tell me something about her.
-Who? -Yonca.
My daughter.
You saw her.
What can I tell you, Musa?
Why are you being like this? Why are you doing this to me?
Don't you have any mercy?
I did all this just so you wouldn't get hurt.
Am I worth nothing to you, Musa?
"Love Me Instead."
-What? -The music video.
I mean, the song…
"Love Me Instead." It's Tarkan's.
She was always singing it.
-What do you mean? -She kept singing it.
"Love Me Instead."
-It's Tarkan's? -Yeah. Do you know it?
Never heard of it.
It's a nice song.
The video's nice, too.
I'm sure it is.
I'm sure.
Wait here.
Don't be outside tonight.
Why did you go to the patisserie?
Did you pay for the éclair?
-Did you? -Get out.
No. I'm not getting out.
-I said get out. -And I said no.
Please don't do this, Musa!
-Get out! -All right! I will!
Come on! It's Mr. Apo!
Welcome, boss.
-Welcome. -Welcome, boss.
Thanks.
I want baklava, too.
-Please. -Give us some, please.
Musa?
Don't do it! Don't!
Fuck!
Ali, run!
-Run! Come on! -What the--
Run! Come on!
Why are you doing this?
Musa, what the hell? What are you doing?
I'm here to avenge my daughter, Kemal.
Fucking shoot him!
I hear all of you had a hand in it.
-What the hell? -I don't know.
Someone's shooting.
Kaya, go find the son of a bitch.
Right away.
Get the kids out of the way.
Hurry up!
What the hell, you son of a--
-Musa! -Is it him?
-He's insane! -Put it down! I'll kill you!
You all watched while my daughter was dying.
You just watched her die. Am I right?
Run!
All right.
Let's end the interview.
-Are you done? -Yeah.
Thanks.
By the way,
the police forgot to get your signature for your statement.
Just sign here in the back.
-Here? -Yes.
SUSPECT STATEMENT
MISSING CHILD REPORT FORM
NAME: YONCA SOLAK FATHER'S NAME: MUSA
SEDAT YÜCEL
It's not our wedding at all.
They didn't even bother asking for my blessing.
Excuse me?
Remember?
You said, "It's your wedding, too." I'm saying it's not.
She was always ashamed of us.
So, they didn't take me seriously.
I'm sure she'll come around, Mr. Sedat.
-Don't be upset-- -Musa's daughter is dead.
She died a long time ago.
Nuriye set this all up because she knew he would do this.
She didn't want the man she loved to do what he did.
Murat. Ayhan.
Come on.
Come on, you fuck.
Come and get what's coming to you.
You motherfucker!
Musa, stop! Enough!
Don't move! I swear I'll shoot you!
Who do you think you are?
Who are you really after?
You came to our neighborhood and just started shooting.
You're after me, right?
You've got it all wrong, Musa.
You've got it all wrong.
Just calm down. Let's talk.
None of us did anything to your daughter.
Look, Musa.
Look at me.
I'm putting the gun down.
Just listen to me. Let's talk.
I looked after her.
You have to believe me. I swear.
Look.
The entire neighborhood will starve if you kill me,
including your mother and Nuriye.
Musa.
Look. What happened was…
I'll make you rich.
Whatever you want.
What do you want?
I have a lot of money. A lot.
You wouldn't believe it. It's crazy.
Musa.
Just say something!
Talk! Fuck you, man!
Fucking talk!
Look.
You won't spend a day in jail for what you've done.
No one will testify against you.
I'll make you filthy rich when your current sentence is over.
Say something.
Fucking… Say something!
I tended to her every need.
The whole story…
The story we told you and the police…
Nuriye and I cooked it up together so that I'd get my bonus.
The interview was over. Why did you decide to confess?
I think I'm ashamed of myself, just like my daughter is.
After all…
a girl won't get to have a grave…
just so that someone gets a pension bonus.
A man who could stomach that
is already dead inside.
Right, Mr. Inspector?
Nuriye Çataklı knows where she's buried.
WE SHOOT ONE OUT OF THREE PEOPLE WHO ASK FOR FREE TEA
P.S.: TWO PEOPLE ALREADY ASKED TODAY
I'm sorry.
Musa Solak!
Drop the gun and surrender! You're surrounded!
Musa Solak, surrender immediately!
Do you have any regrets?
I do.
I regret
not having enough courage
to go with Musa that day.
I regret that.
Are we done?
Yes.
Take care.
They will keep you updated.
Thanks.
Musa, surrender!
You're surrounded!
Drop the gun.
Surrender!
This is your last warning. Drop the gun!
Enough is enough, Musa!
It's over! Just do it!
Drop the gun!
Musa, surrender!
No! Stop it! I'm begging you!
Please don't do this!
Don't die! Please!
Please!
My name is Leyla.
Did you hear that? It's Leyla.
My daughter…
BACHELOR OF LAWS LEYLA KARTAL
I'm so used to it. What am I supposed to do without you?
Without me? Don't say that!
You can't get away from me that easily, Mrs. Gülendam.
All right.
I have a lot to do anyway.
They offered me a job at the agency I work at as an intern.
-Is that so? -Great!
-I'm so happy for you! -We'll see.
What's that supposed to mean? It's hard to find a job nowadays.
Just take whatever they're offering.
They're not letting you go, ever.
-It's not like that. -But it is.
-He already took my diploma anyway. -It's already on the wall. Nice.
-I can't work without it. -We're keeping it.
Shall we drink to her, then?
-Sure. Let's. -Sure.
-I wish you more success and health. -To your success.
God bless you.
To my father.
I only knew him for a day,
but this is all thanks to him.
I hope I'm worth it.
What? Of course you are, honey.
-I'll get the desserts I got today. -All right.
To Musa.
Here comes delicious tulumba.
-Don't serve it with the box! -That's huge.
Put that bowl aside. I know Leyla likes tulumba.
The guy makes them so good. I bet you've never eaten anything like it.
-Thank you so much. -Don't you have any manners?
It's fine.
Nuriye will think less of us for serving it like this.
-Why would she? -Come on!
-Why would I think that? -Nuriye knows us well.
-But-- -I'm not a stranger.
-Just dig in. -It's my favorite dessert.
-It is? -I swear.
I didn't know.
-I just know Leyla likes it a lot. -I do, too.
I placed the order…
-It's delicious. -…a week ago.
He's so popular.
-Get us more with your first paycheck. -The best in Konya.
My grandma used to make it for the holidays.
My mom used to make a dessert. It wasn't tulumba but similar.
-It was delicious. -I remember.
-She used to put something on top. -Persimmon.
TO ZEYTİNKÖY…