Filinta (2014–2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

Episode 5 starts at 00:10:35

FILINTA
AN OTTOMAN DETECTIVE STORY

WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO WATCH
ARE DETECTIVE STORIES

THAY HAVE NO RELATIONSHIP
TO ACTUAL PERSONS OR EVENTS.

THIS SHOW IS IN MEMORY OF THOSE
GLORIOUS MARTYRS OF

THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE, WHICH HAD
RULED JUSTLY OVER THE WORLD,

AND OF THE DESCENDANTS
OF THIS GREAT NATION

WHO LOST THEIR LIVES
IN THE PURSUIT OF JUSTICE.

FILINTA
AN OTTOMAN DETECTIVE STORY

I'm sorry.

How long do I have left?



One month at most.

I've never been a very lucky man anyway.

I made this for you.

I'm very sorry. Is there
anything else I can do?

Here you go Mr. Zaharyas.

Zaharyas.

-Wait a minute sister.
-Galata Police.

Run!

Time is running out.

Time for me to be on my way.

Mustafa, sir. Lara wants to meet with you.

Thank you nanny.

She's going to meet me.

My Sultan, his Highness
the Grand Vizier is here.



Show him in.

You asked for me, my Sultan.

Is everything arranged for the bank
we are going to set up?

The preparations are being carried out
as you requested.

Good.

Just remember, all of this will need
to be done with great secrecy.

If my Sultan permits me.

After the bank is established
everyone will know.

Do we need all this secrecy?

Yes, we do Pasha, we very much do.
We are going through hard times.

We don't have a lot of friends
in this world.

Some bankers will have
a lot of problems because of this.

Let them.

Some careless Muslims
have collaborated with heathens.

With this bank we are setting up
we will fix our finances.

Then we will give these primitive people
the service they deserve.

As you requested, we are getting
together the bankers

who can help us out.

Good.

Assistant.

Take all these canes to the hospital
and give them to the wounded soldiers.

As you wish, my Sultan.

He will only live
a couple of hours more, tops.

How are you?

Are you okay, Master Necati?

Who are you?

I guess you didn't recognize me.

Why don't you think about it?

Think hard.

25 years ago.

Customs manager Tahsin.

Remember?

You are that child.

You didn't die?

I still have some time before I die.

I haven't been lucky during my life.

Till I came across Zaharyas.

Boris Zaharyas.

You don't know him.

You can't prove it.

To prove...

...when I can get revenge.
Who wants to prove anything?

My hands and feet are shaking.

Oh, geez!

My wardrobe is full of dresses
but I don't have anything to wear!

Do you actually think, he's going to
take his eyes off of yours

to look at your dress?

My angel face.

What am I going to wear?

Wait.

Here, hold this.

-Very beautiful.
-No, that won't do.

Suit yourself.

If God...

...hadn't confronted me with Zaharyas

I would have departed this world
without knowing about any of you.

Then I found all of you.

I watched you all one by one.

-Let's check on the patient's status.
-Okay.

Look.

I made this.

How do you like it? Nice, right?

Your time has come.

One.

Thank you for accepting my proposal
to meet up.

My nanny got the news.

I really didn't have anything to do today
anyway. I wanted to take a walk.

-I...
-I...

Please go ahead.

I was going to ask if you would like
to sit down somewhere.

After you.

After you.

-Mustafa, welcome son.
-Good day, Master uncle.

Master uncle's baklava,
have you ever had it?

No.

Master uncle, could you please give us
three portions of baklava?

-They know you here.
-They do. I like it around here.

Cadi Giyaseddin Efendi used to bring me
when I was younger.

What is your relationship
with Giyaseddin Efendi?

He's my father.

He found me in front of the Kulliye.

But never treated me
different than his own child.

He raised me.

How did you decide
to be a police officer?

Did Cadi Giyaseddin Efendi make you one?

Here you go.

-Enjoy.
-Thank you.

No, it was my decision.

I decided...

...together with my best friend,
the late, Blade Ali.

Cadi Giyaseddin was always
proud of our decision.

He taught me everything I know.

This is really good.

You know, I never knew my mother.

My dad and nanny Gulbahar raised me.

Is your job really dangerous?

This is the path I have chosen.

But don't worry, I'm more cautious now.

Because...

Every time I look into your eyes

I know that I now have someone
who keeps me grounded.

Chief.

Chief, there has been a murder
at the Galata hospital.

Understood.

I need to go.

If you have to.

-When can I see you again?
-We will send you a message Chief Efendi.

Soon.

Have a nice day.

Since we're already here,
can we visit aunt Emine in Galata?

She was sick the last time,
we can see if she needs anything.

Of course, honey. My pure hearted girl.

Hold him so we can turn him over.

He was skewered.

-Chief, what kind of skewer is this?
-A very thin skewer.

Stabbed right through the heart.

Were you able to find out who
and what he is?

His name is Necati.
He's one of the old birds.

He was in jail for 25 years. Even before
he got here his lungs were shot.

-So?
-He was about to die.

If he hadn't been killed he would have
died anyway in a couple of hours.

So someone killed a man
who was already going to die.

I'm sorry to say so, but yes.

-Who died, uncle?
-One of our neighbors.

She died of hunger, my girl.

Come nanny! We are leaving.

Did anyone else find anything?

A suspicious person?

No one saw anything. They killed
the poor man and just took off.

Where are his belongings?

Right there, in the drawer.

-What time is it?
-What?

What time does your watch say?

Take out your watch.

Come on, take it out.

It's a very nice watch.
The craftsmanship is exquisite.

-Where did you find this?
-I bought it chief, it's mine.

It would have taken a year
of your paycheck

to be able to buy a watch like this.

Since it's yours...

...tell me what's inscribed on the inside.

-I'm waiting.
-Well, chief...

...it was sitting
on the deceased man's bed.

-Plus the watch does not work.
-So you swiped it. Is that right?

What else did you take from the deceased?

-Nothing else, I swear.
-Do not swear anything!

-Hasan.
-Yes Chief.

Take this thief and frisk him thoroughly.

Then take him to Cadi Efendi
for grave robbery.

Come on.

Come on. May God save you. Come on.

Dishonest man.

Chief, what's inscribed in the watch?

Nothing.

Enter.

Are you Cadi Giyaseddin Efendi?

Yes my girl, how can I help?
What is your request?

A bedridden woman just died
because of hunger.

-Where did this incident happen?
-On Kar Cinar Street.

That is just wrong.

Please take a seat.

Officer Efendi.

Round up some of your men
and go to Kar Cinar Street.

Gather all home and shop owners
in the town center.

I'll be there in a bit. Go on.

Well, how did you learn about
the death of this lady?

We help people in need with
the foundation we have established.

-But we can't keep up with everyone.
-I see.

I have heard of your foundation.
You are Boris Zaharyas' daughter, right?

Yes, that is correct Cadi Efendi.

I'm sorry to say we can't
keep up with everyone either.

What if we provide you a room here?
Then we can figure out who is in need

and not have a situation like this again.
What do you say?

Whatever you think is appropriate,
Cadi Efendi.

Bless your heart, my dear girl.

Shall we go?

Is everyone who works and lives
on this street here?

-They are all here.
-Good.

Everyone, please listen to me.

I am Cadi Giyaseddin Hatemi of Galata.

A tragedy has happened today
on this street.

An old, lonely, poor and bedridden lady

has passed away because of hunger.

Do you not know that our Prophet says...

...that you are not one of us
if you go to bed on a full stomach

when your neighbor is hungry?

Today on this street a neighbor of yours
died from hunger and poverty.

This is on your head.

What kind of neighborly act is that?
What kind of Muslimism is this?

When that poor woman
was dying from hunger

you all went to bed with a full stomach

and you did not feel ashamed
because of it.

Oh neighbors, your sentence is
that anyone who is not pregnant

not a child and not sick who lives
and works in this neighborhood

will eat only dry bread
and drink water for a week.

Store owners will open their shops

but will only sell necessities
that are urgently needed.

Whoever does not obey what I say

no matter if you are a gentleman
or a lady

you will find yourself
at the Cadi Ministry in Galata.

Neighbors, think about
what you have done and repent.

Now go back to the jobs that you left.
God Speed!

I took one look and saw them
coming straight at me.

I say five people,
you can say 10-15 people.

Aren't you over exaggerating, Ahmet?

Listen man, listen. Coffee maker.
Good God.

What was I saying? Oh yes.

What do they say?

Yesterday's jackasses became men,
and now they think they own you.

I got in there by tooth and nail.

Then I looked and they were all
on the floor.

I said my name is Ahmet the wind.

If you get in my way again,
I will make you all disappear.

Stole it.

Don't be scared, my daughter.

Whatever you are going to do,
do it to me. They are innocent.

Let them go.

Hey you.

Why are you breathing like
someone is pulling you like a horse?

That's all from me sirs,
enough chit chat. I'm gone.

Coffee maker.

Ahmet the wind.

Ahmet!

What is it man, do I know you?

We met only once.

I don't recall.

You knew my dad well.

Customs manager Tahsin.

I knew him.

I remember.

Your time has come.

You know what they say.
Justice has been served.

Enter.

I heard from Hasan.

You have punished the whole neighborhood.

But why do you do it to yourself, sir?

Omer Bin Hattab says...

...if a wolf eats a lamb
down by the Dicle river...

He said it would be divine justice.

That is correct.

As a Cadi I didn't even know about
the lady's situation.

I am guilty as well.
I can't keep myself separate.

So what happened, what is the situation?

A man walks into a hospital

and kills a man that is about to die
with a skewer.

A man who was about to die.

-Revenge.
-Exactly.

But the skewer he used
isn't a regular one.

-What was it?
-I have to do a couple of tests first.

We are going to find him.

God willing.

Riza...

...is now Esat Pasha's assistant.

Good.

He is near at hand. He can't run anymore.

Let's leave him to think he is safe.
His time will come.

Enter.

Chief.

-Cadi Efendi.
-Go ahead Hasan.

I'm very sorry to say
there has been another murder.

Two streets down from us. Skewered again.

-Who is it?
-A hooligan named Ahmet.

Well, come on then.

Pasha your Highness.

Banker Murat Efendi is waiting for you
in your office.

-Did he say what this was regarding?
-No, Pasha your Highness.

Okay then. We started the day off well.

And from now on you will be
assisting the Pasha.

Go get a shave and clean yourself up.
Don't let me see you like this again.

Murat Efendi, to what
do we owe this honor?

Esat Pasha.

It's been a long time.

Padishah asked me to come.

It's a hard and important duty to be
the Minister of Internal Affairs.

-Isn't it?
-May God give the Padishah a long life.

-They treated us with respect.
-Amen.

I have been thinking for a while.

We have been in Istanbul
for seven generations

but we don't have any ministers
in our family.

Fate.

Murat Efendi, you might not
have become a minister

but you have become the richest person
in the Ottoman Empire.

You even lend money to the government.

What can I do for a man in your position?

Cemil, there's something going on.

Istanbul is way too quite.

Boris Efendi, everything seems
to be going smoothly.

There are no problems at the port.
No sounds are coming from Galata.

The palace is quiet.

This is the calm before the storm.

We are going to wait and see.

Can I trust you Esat Pasha, that
what we talk about stays between us?

Have no doubts, please.

As you mentioned earlier I know quite
a bit about money matters.

It's regarding Padishah Efendi's orders
to set up a brand new bank appropriate

for the large Ottoman Empire.

Well, what do you want from me?

We would like to request your help
in setting up the bank.

Why did you decide to honor me
in such a way?

Just imagine that
it's a stroke of insight.

Of course, there are times when we might
not want you to see everything.

Murat Efendi, I am sorry to say
I cannot accept your proposal.

Esat Pasha, you must have some reason
for rejecting my proposal.

Since you came all this way
to meet with us

I doubt you are unaware of the benefits
that this bank would bring to you.

So that can mean only one thing.
Someone got to you before we did.

Murat Efendi!

We'll know soon enough who it is.

Now if you'll excuse me.

You are excused.

What?

Why don't you tell me what happened,
my little girl?

-Is it that guy, Officer Mustafa?
-No, it's not that, nanny.

Then what is it?

Nanny, you've never seen my mother, right?

You usually don't ask questions like this,
Lara.

Nanny.

Your mother passed away before
I came here.

I never met her.

I told Mustafa about my mother today.

My sweet girl.

Your mother had a beautiful face
and she was delicate like you.

If you've never seen my mother,
how do you know her face?

Don't get us in trouble, now.

How do you know
what my mother looked like?

You wouldn't lie to me.

Nanny.

There was a picture of your mother
in the house when I arrived.

Your father asked us to put it away
when you started growing.

Then he demanded that we
not to talk about your mother.

I'm the only one left
that's still working from that time.

So, we still have a picture of my mom?

Don't get too worked up about it again,
my girl.

Nanny, where is it? I want to see
my mother.

My sweet girl, your father will kill me.

No one will know.

Last time I saw it was years ago
in a cabinet in your father's study.

Stop.

Lara! Lara, you know that we're not
allowed in that section of the house!

Yeah, I'm listening, Esat Pasha.

Guess who came by today to visit me.

Who?

Someone richer than you.

Yeah?

Banker Murat.

Murat?

Why?

He's going to start a bank. He offered me
a position on the executive committee.

Tell me exactly what he told you.

A bank that is of value to
Ottoman Empire's power.

That's exactly what he said.

That's strange.

Ottoman Empire is starting a bank.

Yeah?

So, Esat Pasha,

whoever controls the empire's bank,
controls its money.

Whoever controls the money,
controls Ottoman.

All cash flow, partnership with
foreign banks, secrets of the empire...

Very smart, Murat.

Bravo.

You found out a way to overtake Ottoman
from outside the palace.

What did you say to the offer?

I rejected, obviously.

Of course.

Just the behavior I would expect
from you.

Was I wrong?

Of course not.

You're the Minister of Interior.

You have to do your duties properly.
The Padishah trusts you a lot.

We trust you too.

-Thank you, Boris Efendi, but...
-There is no but, Esat Pasha.

I made a precious pasha like you
come all the way over here.

So, thank you.

-No bother.
-I will take you to your car.

-Bother...
-Not a bother at all.

This was on the dead body, officer.

What are these?

We found it beside the guy
killed in the nursing home.

They're both not working.

Who is the dead guy?

They called him Ahmet the Wind.

-Who is his landlord?
-It's me.

Come here.

-What did Ahmet the Wind do?
-He was one of the old birds.

He collected rackets from some of them.

-Did he hang out anywhere else?
-Over at Galata. At the port.

Why did he go to the port?

He used to collect rackets
from Head Porter Hamdi.

No living man can collect rackets
from Hamdi.

He loved... How can I say it?
He loved shooting lines.

I see.

Do you know Necati? He has a scar
on his face.

He's in his sixties.

I don't know.

Lara.

Dad?

What are you doing here?

I...

I wanted to thank you for breaking off
my engagement with Middleman Enver.

Well,

I always listen to my daughter, right?

It was a little late but I understood
that Enver doesn't deserve you.

And, in fact,

I would like to thank you for opening
my eyes.

Although I really don't like seeing you
on this side of the mansion.

People I do business with
would like to maintain confidentiality.

I've told you this before.

-Can you respect my wishes?
-Yes, it won't happen again.

It won't.

You can go.

Mr. Zaharyas?

That snob, Murat, is setting up a bank
with the empire.

-Find out where Banker Murat is.
-Yes, sir.

Hasan, help me.

I understand, sir.

What's going on?

The murderer is leaving the clocks
next to his victims.

First victim is Necati
from the nursing home.

According to the European clock,
he was killed at 13.00.

This is the second.

They were both stabbed.

Who knows how many of these clocks
he made.

-How are the apples?
-Hard as stone.

I'm sending you to hell, Fuat.

Customs Manager Tahsin Efendi,
are you aware of

how much you caused me lose
from the raids you incited at the port?

-It's a fortune.
-I'm only doing my job.

Me too.

The stew is amazing.

God bless your hands.

I'm just trying to do my job like you,

even though you continue to
crack down on me.

You think that smuggling uncustomed goods
harms the state?

On the contrary,
this makes people wealthy.

What you're doing is a crime.

You will do your job with honor
like everyone else

or you'll end up in jail.
I've dealt with guys like you.

Is that so?

How dare

you think that you know who I am?

How do you know what I've been through
to get where I am?

I'm an officer of the state.

You can't harm me.

You're stubborn.
I'll give you one last chance.

Come and be partners with us.

We will both make money.

You'd like to be rich, right?

Don't put my children in this.

Tahsin Efendi...

Dad!

Your time has arrived.

Three.

We've been waiting for a long time
to get this photo taken.

We're waiting.

We're waiting!

Sir, can you put your hand
on the beautiful lady's shoulder?

Can you look over here after that?

Come on. We will take it this time.

Come on.

I asked for this lady 40 years ago
but they wouldn't give her to me.

-They didn't.
-What can we do?

-We got married to other people.
-We did.

-Then our spouses died.
-They died.

May God rest their souls.

Let's take this. Can you look here?

Please. We'll take it this time.
Come on.

Magnificent.

Then our paths crossed again
after several years.

She hadn't changed at all.

I hadn't changed.

The way you talk hasn't changed either.

Yeah! We'll take it this time. Come on.

Come on, sir. Let's take the photo
and get this over with.

Yeah, we're looking here.

No one can stop us now.
Take the photo, Efendi.

I'm doing it.

Abdullah.

We have to talk, it's important.

One second.

Abdullah.

We don't even have a minute.

-What's happening?
-Nothing, sir.

Do you know what's happening?
You waited this long.

I think that you can wait another day
so you can get to know each other better.

Yes.

-We couldn't do it again.
-We couldn't.

You hopefully will. There you go.

Quickly.

Brother...

What is it, Mustafa? What's the matter?

Some guy is leaving these clocks
next to his victims.

Have a look.

Magnificent.

Maybe we can find a clue
if we find out who is making them.

Gorgeous.

I've never seen such craftsmanship.

These clocks are works of art.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Abdullah, hurry up. There is no time.

These clocks are set up to work
only once.

What do you mean?

I mean that whoever made this
didn't want the clocks to work

after they stopped once.

Truly extraordinary.

My Mustafa, this exceeds my knowledge.

There is Albanian Cevdet in Eminonu.

If there's someone that knows
who made the clocks, it would be him.

Go on.

Amazing.

Amazing.

Really amazing.

Very good craftsmanship.

Hasan, turn him over.

My God.

God!

Excuse me.

-Does anyone know the victim?
-I know him, Cadi Efendi.

Let him through.

-Did you see how it happened?
-I just saw him falling.

I thought he fainted so I ran to his side.

Then, I saw that he was dead.

Did you see anyone with him?

Cadi Efendi, a lot of people approach us
for shopping.

The victim's...

What was his name?

Fuat, Cadi Efendi.

Do you know if Fuat had any enemies?

Talk. We don't have time.

I mean, Cadi Efendi, it's wrong
to talk poorly about a dead person.

Fuat was kind of a badass.

We've seen him be unable to control
his anger.

I understand. What else?

He used to collect rackets
from the bazaar.

Okay, thank you.

You can go.

Hasan,

take Zeyrek and Ceyrek
and go to the station.

I'll come over later.
I have to take care of something.

Yes, sir. Let's go.

Here you go, Boris Efendi.

Enjoy it.

Have you been feeling changes
in Lara recently?

Lara grew up, Boris Efendi.

She became a young and beautiful girl.

There will be changes for sure.

Why do you think I kept you
in this house for all these years?

Because you were loyal to me.

Don't ruin it.

Now answer me.

Why did Lara go in my room?

Stop!

Look at my face.

Why did Lara go in my room?

I told Lara about her mother.

I told her that you have a picture
in your room.

Is that all?

Yes.

Didn't I say that no one
can talk about this?

So that Lara wouldn't be unhappy?

But, of course, there is nothing wrong
with Lara wondering about this.

I will be informed about every step
Lara takes, from now on.

Did you understand?

-Okay.
-Is there anything else I need to know?

-No.
-Okay.

Gulbahar.

Yes, Boris Efendi?

Coffee is good. Thank you.

Thank you.

-Greetings.
-Easy. What's this rush?

-Are you the Clockmaker Albanian Cevdet?
-Yes, I am.

Mustafa, Field Marshal of Galata.

Can you tell which clockmaker makes
these clocks?

Give me the clocks. Let me have a look.

Come on, master.

Master, please.
There is no time to waste.

It's a matter of life and death.

Magnificent.

The craftsmanship here is something
I have very rarely seen in my life.

-Who makes these clocks?
-This is Nafiz's work.

He's better than other masters who have
40 years of experience despite his age.

He's a clock genius.

He made that clock tower in Pera.
He used to call it his masterpiece.

I heard that he got tuberculosis recently.

Poor man. He apparently has already
has one foot in his grave.

Where does Master Nafiz live?

In Tophane. He apparently has a landlord
called Sidika.

It's been a long time.

I think of you

every time I look at Lara.

This upsets me a great deal.

The car is ready, Mr. Zaharyas.

Murat is at the Orient Club.

Lara's mother.

It's obvious Mademoiselle Lara
got her beauty from her mother.

Give me your knife.

I should've done this a long time ago.

No.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

What will we do with the kids?

-Mom!
-Don't leave any witnesses.

Burn down the house
so that there's no evidence left.

Clean manure all day long in the mud!

They call this a job?

I have feces everywhere.

Don't do it then!

What do you want?

To knock you down to size.

What happened? Did I somehow wrong you?

What the hell is this?

Your time is now.

I can't let you live while I die.

Your punishment has been given by me,
on this earth.

Four.

You're up, Zaharyas.

You're up.

Greetings.

What gives, Cadi Efendi?

Are you here to have some of our
bitter coffee?

I want to have a chat.
Coffee is just an excuse.

Get lost.

-What's this?
-You tell me.

According to what we heard,

someone called Ahmet the Wind
used to collect rackets from you.

We found one of these clocks
next to his body today.

Ahmet the Wind, Fuat, and Necati.

They were all killed today.

Here's our spotter.

-Is the coast clear?
-What happened inside? Gun shots?

Tahsin didn't accept our offer so we did
what we had to do.

You're heartless!

You were supposed to only be going to
talk with him.

Did you slaughter the whole family?

Hamdi, if Tahsin had accepted our offer,
then everyone would be

happily alive right now.

But, we couldn't afford to leave
any witnesses.

Also,

if this comes to light,
they will behead you as well.

It was only a job. You care way too much.

This is my last job with you.
Don't come looking for me again.

Wait.

Let him go.

Help!

Help. The boy is dying, help!

Help.

He's been shot. Bring a stretcher.
We have to operate immediately.

I'm sorry, son. I'm sorry.

Brother, where is Sister Sidika's house?

Over there.

Yes, son?

-Greetings.
-Greetings.

Is this the house of the clockmaker,
Master Nafiz?

My dear Nafiz lives here.
Are you his friend?

I'm looking for him.
I'm the Galata Field Marshal Mustafa.

-Is he not home?
-No, son. He left in the morning.

I want to look around in his room.

Okay, come in.

Come in, son.

You called him your "dear Nafiz".
Do you like Master Nafiz?

I love him like my own son.

I have no friends or relatives.

My dear Nafiz shops for me.
He takes care of me and protects me.

God bless him.

So, Master Nafiz is a good guy?
Is that so?

The best. He doesn't talk too much.
He is very down to earth.

He goes from home to work
and from work to home,

but lately he's been sick.

Nafiz won't come back, right?

He left all his money on the table for me
when he was leaving in the morning.

Oh, my Nafiz.

He is going to get himself killed
in trying to exact his revenge.

Revenge?

What revenge?

Auntie,

What revenge?

Nafiz's dad is the deceased

Galata Customs Manager, Mr. Tahsin.

A mob killed Nafiz's whole family
25 year ago.

Here's what I've heard, Cadi Efendi.

This mob used to collect rackets
from Galata port.

They killed
the Galata Customs Manager Tahsin

and his family.

According to the rumor,

Tahsin's son survived the massacre.

He ran into someone from them.

He cried all that day.

He promised himself that he would get
revenge for what happened.

Did he say who he's going to exact
his revenge on?

He used to make clocks.

Look, mother, it is more serious
than you think.

If Master Nafiz told you anything else,

tell me now.

He told me that he will finish this
because it is his masterpiece.

His masterpiece.

He did that clock tower at Pera.

He used to call it his masterpiece.

Clock tower.

Thank you, mother.

Take care.

So, it's the time of revenge.

Guys,

above all,

I really appreciate each one of you
for your patience.

Our Padishah Efendi approved
for the opening of a bank

that would be worthy of
the Ottoman Empire.

Of course, the bank will have the
full authority to print Ottoman money.

Of course, the bank will need a head, too.

That's not a big deal, Murat Efendi.
You should be the bank's head.

Of course, if you would be
so kind as to do that.

Not at all.

Everyone, I really feel quite honored
by your attention.

I'll try to be worthy of this job.

Our bank will also have the final say
on financial loans.

So, you'll decide who gets rich
and who ends up bankrupt in Ottoman.

You know him pretty well.

Boris Zaharyas, one of the Galata Bankers.

-Will you come in?
-How can I be rude to you?

Guys, Murat Efendi.

How is Esat Pasha?

I suppose they're healthy.

Please, tell me, how did you manage
to keep everything so secret

amidst you starting
the biggest bank in the Ottoman empire?

It's not that secret since you're here.

Luck comes to those who are
in the right place at the right time.

Perhaps.

What do you want, Boris Zaharyas?

To be one of the founding partners
of this bank, with your permission.

Boris Zaharyas,

I had you checked.

You came out of nowhere 25 years ago.

You raised through the ranks
rather quickly.

There are also very concerning
rumors about you.

Rumors?

I think that if we took notice of
such rumors...

you would never be able to see
these people in this room together.

You're not wrong.

The rich man's wealth
tires the poor man's jaw.

What I'm actually wondering is, Zaharyas,

who exactly is your family?
Where did you come from?

No one knows anything about this.

It is against my principles to work with
people that with undefined family ties.

Is it?

Even if you don't know who I am,

I'm sure you know a little
about what I can do.

What I'm asking from you, Murat Efendi,

is to show the courtesy
of considering my offer.

As the saying goes.

Make your rival your partner,
so he becomes your friend.

Gentleman.

Whatever.

Where were we?

Don't move!

Who am I honored with?

So you couldn't remember me, Zaharyas?

When one has something like this
to his throat,

his memory becomes troubled.

If you can move this.

That's better.

It would be enough if you asked to ride.
Why did you need all this?

You haven't changed.

You're still arrogant.

So we've met.

They say that old habits die hard.

What can I do for you?

Customs Manager Tahsin.

Do you remember?

"You'd like to be rich, right?"

You'd like to be rich, right?

Don't involve my children in this.

That's why I don't like leaving witnesses.

Because, then they come
and try to take revenge.

Be careful. The trigger is very sensitive.

You don't look so good.

We can go to a doctor if you want.

Tuberculosis. I'm about to die.

But before I die,

I'll show you the way to hell.

Stop the car.

Stop it!

Get down!

Coachman, go ahead!

Stop!

Galata Police!

Kneel.

Who are you to make me kneel?

Look up.

You are really starting to irritate me.
What is this?

Your time of death.

Stop!

Get up. Don't move, relax.

See you in hell, Zaharyas.

Mustafa.

Leave him!

Breathe.

Calm down, breathe. Relax, just breathe.

Master Mirko...

Master Mirko's work.

What are you talking about?
Who is Master Mirko?

It's a flawless piece.

He is dead.

You're a sharp shooter.

What did he want from you?

My money.

He jumped in my car and brought me here.

Crazy guy.

Tahsin's son Nafiz Efendi,
who works as a clockmaker,

killed Fuat, Necati, Ismail
and Ahmet with the intent for revenge

and he died due to illness.

Since the offender of the subject matter
of the case has died

and had no other cases before,

and his complainant heirs
have not demanded reparation,

therefore the case has been closed.

Thank you.

There.

They turned his life into a living hell,
so he didn't leave them unpunished.

Revenge is a sin, Hasan.

Nafiz has sinned.

-May God forgive his sins.
-Amen.

Don't forget that revenge should only be
taken by justice.

According to Boris Efendi's statement,

Nafiz jumped in the car
and tried to rob him.

When Boris Efendi stood up to him,
he tried to kill him.

-Is that it?
-Even if there's more, Nafiz is dead.

So, there's nothing to be said.

There's a catch to this,

but we'll see.

What does Boris Zaharyas have to do
with the death of Customs Manager Tahsin

and his family 25 years ago?

We will investigate and hopefully find it.

Didn't I tell you to make do with
what you deserve, you shameless bastard?

He doesn't have a father
to teach him any manners, anyway.

But I'll show you what you deserve.

You'll only get dry bread
until you get your shit together.

This is for you.

What do you see here?

The Arabian cities of Ottoman.

No, Cemil.

The soon-to-be-created
new world's biggest force

lies beneath these lands.

Mr. Zaharyas, there's nothing
but desert there.

You're wrong, Cemil.

The desert is not of importance here.

It is the big treasure

that lies beneath the desert,
waiting to be explored.

We've been researching for a long time.

Ottoman must never know
about this treasure.

We have something
very important to do now.

Are you the Bosnian Master Mirko?

Yes, mister.

Did you make this clock, Master?

You...

You're him.

Who?