Sahsiyet (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - 3.Bölüm - full transcript

Remember...

But doctor, I remember everything.

People forget things
when they have Alzheimer's.

But sooner or later,
I will forget things, right?

All my memories, experiences
will be erased, they will go away.

What will happen to me?
What will happen to my personality?

Our peaceful, sweet Agah
scolding the waiter.

I can't believe it.

I chose you from 50 girls.

It wasn't because your father was a cop.

How does it feel
to be the only woman



working in an homicide bureau
with 140 staff members?

I've never felt so good.

Dad, I'm getting a divorce.

It's over, I can't tolerate this man no
more. We are moving back with Deva.

I'm not doing anything, Naimhan.
I haven't done anything.

You did it. You and them.

All of you.

Nevra, why did you bother
to come here?

We could come to you!

Where do you know me from?

Who doesn't know you?

You're famous.

Anyway.

What's up? What's the matter?



If it's within our power,
we'll take care of it.

You'll get cancer.

Why did you set fire
to the courthouse?

I didn't do it.

You were arrested.

Give a dog a bad name.

I'll beat the rap in the first session,
I'm waiting for it.

I know you are,

but you have set fire to it before.

Seven years ago.

That's different. I served my time.

Do you know this man?

Look closely.
His file was in that building.

They saw his case there.

Don't know him. Never seen him.

Okay.

What did this man do?

-Killed a judge.
-Damn.

I thought about it once,

but then I said, never mind.
It's not worth it.

Didn't do it.

But you set fire to the courthouse
where you worked as a bailiff.

It's a courthouse, love.

It burns, floods, even collapses.

Evidence gets lost.

Case files fly away.

Let me tell you something, love.

They must have found
a wretched man like me,

gave him some money,
so he sparked a match.

Look, love.

My town is famous for two things.

The blackest of grape,
and the darkest of man.

That building burns down
every five or ten years, see?

Let's see if you can find the person who
hired the arsonist, if you have the balls.

Then you'll find out.
I'll be shouting in front of the building.

But they'll all be free
before I finish my words!

And you'll be alone, too!

The defendant, Nevra Elmas!
The plaintiff, Nevra Elmas!

See how you like that?

-What are you doing?
-You're up.

But why did you leave your bed?

And you took out your IV needle.

Come here.

We must alert the nurses.
They told us to call when you woke up.

Where's the car?

-What car?
-My car, of course. Where is it?

A tow truck removed it.
They gave us an address.

The police gave mom
a piece of paper with the address.

Pick up that paper. We'll get the car.

-Now?
-Yes.

But you just left intensive care.

They took you to a room, and you almost
regained your consciousness.

-So?
-You mumbled something but we didn't hear.

How? What did I say?

A cat named Munir or something.
You asked about him.

-You asked if we fed him.
-Huh.

Grandpa. Don't you remember anything?

How you came to the hospital?

You had an angiogram.

I remember. I remember everything.

-Come, let's get the car.
-What will you do with it?

I can't leave the car there.
It's a memento from Mebrure.

That's your grandma's car. Come on.

Slowly. This way.

-There goes my head again.
-Evening, sir.

Good evening, son.
Take me slowly.

-Okay. What's wrong?
-My head's spinning.

The doctor says walk,
but what good is walking?

Your slippers...
Where are we going?

-We'll get the keys.
-Grandpa...

Dad.

Dad, are you awake?
I'll alert the nurses.

-No, mom. The nurses know.
-They do?

They told him to rest.
The doctor will see him tomorrow.

I'm all right, sweetie.

You gave us such a scare.

What were you doing there
at that time of night?

On the other side of the city.

You left the house,
and didn't tell us anything.

Where were you going?

I don't know how to tell you this.

I wish I could have said
before... Somehow.

You have the right to know.

People sometimes

go into a wholly different mood.

They do things
they wouldn't dream of.

Even I can't recognize myself sometimes.

Wondering how I'd done something.

But I did.

They happened. All of it.

You'd hear about it one day, anyway.

I'd rather you hear it from me
than anybody else.

And then...

It's your decision, my child.

I'm your father.
And I'm your grandfather.

Don't you forget that, okay?

I'm in love, sweetheart.

-You're in love?
-I have a girlfriend.

I was at her place that night.

I was on my way back.

You were on your way...

What are you saying, dad?

-We made love until morning.
-Ew! What?

Key's still in the ignition, mate!

-You know how to drive?
-We won't be driving it.

-What will we do?
-We'll wreck it to shit.

Sit down. You're making me dizzy.

And? What happened
to the courthouse?

-Who burned it down?
-It looks like the mob, for now.

Didn't I tell you?

We had a bet.

Don't celebrate yet. It's not certain.

I think that man, Tufan, did it.

But that man, I don't know...

What?

Clean since he got out of jail.

What did he has to do with that judge?

If only I knew.

Let me tell you.

If there's no ties between
the victim and the killer,

then it's a hired gun, sweetheart.

He's conducting
somebody else's business.

Yes?

Where?

On my way.

Another body, right?

See you later.

Of course.

Who's heard of a letter
with one sentence?

That son of a bitch
will keep writing. Nevra!

What is it, dad?

The man's writing for you to read it.

-Yeah, so?
-So you write him back.

The doctor will be here
to see you in half an hour.

I hope he comes soon
and lets me go. I'm tired.

In bed all day, with nothing to do.

You didn't bring anything to read, either.

Where's your mom?

Out. Eating something.

-You have money?
-I do.

Get me something to read.

-Okay, but...
-There has to be a bookstore.

I'll wait for the doctor.

No, no. You go now. Now.

-Let me take you to your room.
-I can go myself.

You go, son.

-But what do you want me to buy?
-Well...

The book is called
Life Is Traffic. Buy me that.

-Okay.
-Go ahead.

-Get better soon.
-Thank you.

Terrible thing, being ill.

I hope you get well soon.

I'm also...

He won't wake up.

Huh.

Yes.

Okay then.

Have a good day.

-I'm here to visit him.
-You don't say?

How do you know him?

I ONLY TRUST HER.
BECAUSE NEVRA UNDERSTANDS ME.

-Are those your brothers?
-Yes.

And what do they do?

-They get high.
-That much is clear.

-And they make kites.
-Was the car right there?

No. It was over there.

All right, kid. Take the boy.

-Must've been followed.
-Yeah.

Another casing, sir.

Did his job with one bullet in his first.
Now fired six times.

Then again, he also shot
an aquarium in the first one.

The victim has two entry wounds.

Did his eyesight go bad
all of a sudden?

Victim's ID info.

Answer, damn it.

Good, very good.
You found some tire tracks, great.

Finger prints, too. Well done.

Footprints for the next murder, you say?

There's already an ongoing
country-wide search for him.

And what good is the search?

He kills right under our noses.

If he was afraid of getting caught,

he wouldn't lay his cards
on the table.

He knows he won't be caught.

So there's only one way to catch him:

Find out why
he's committing the murders.

Otherwise you'll go door to door,
asking to yourselves where he is.

Here.

You, my office.

I spoke with the prosecutor today.

He doesn't want you involved
in this whatsoever.

He told me to take you out of this case.

I said "Okay, but maybe the Nevra
on the labels is a different person."

We must take precautions, he says.

He asks if there's a difference between
Nevra and anybody else.

I told him how much difference
it made for me.

I told him what a great
police officer you can be.

In conclusion,
he told me to do what I must.

Do you know what this means?

If the Nevra
this killer is talking about...

is the same Nevra
sitting across the table right now,

and you learn about this,
and don't tell me,

you can't be a police anymore.

Understood, Chief.

Good.

Good.

Out.

Thank you.

I have an idea.

I'm going mad.
I'm about to lose my mind.

Where is this man?

He left his phone, too.

He doesn't use it, anyway.

What's this book
he asked you to buy so urgently?

No idea.

Life Is Traffic, by Nukhet Coban.

Hi. This is Agah's room, isn't it?

Agah, my boy.

What are you up to now?

Our department had this guy, Zekai.

Such a sweet man.

He had a son
who caught pneumonia.

Very severe.

Doctors said he wouldn't live.
What could Zekai do?

He lost all hope on doctors.

He visited holy sepulchers,
made offerings.

The boy they said would die,
miraculously recovered.

Zekai, of course,
went to make his offering.

He's made a vow
to make nine paupers happy.

Because his son was nine. Whatever...

He goes to a poor neighborhood.

His money's ready.

He gives the money away.

Makes nine paupers happy.

A tenth pauper appears.
"I'm poor, too." he says.

Zekai says he's out of money,
but the guy won't believe him.

"You gave a fortune away,
where's mine?" he asks.

-And stabs Zekai.
-Oh, dear.

Such a pity.

Yes, indeed.

But then, you understand the tenth pauper.

Sure, sure.

You give money to everybody,
and when it's his turn...

This happens sometimes. I mean...

There's a crime, but not a criminal.

Hello there.

Agah, sir? What are you doing here?

-Why?
-Everyone's looking for you.

-Has Zuhal left?
-Who?

-I'll go.
-Were you staying here?

-Agah, visit me some time!
-Like hell I will. It's your fault.

Hello, Ates? Can you talk?

Yeah, I'm at work. At the department.

There's this thing. Urgent.
Could you come here?

Nothing to worry about.
Come. I'm waiting.

-Sorry. I had a thing.
-I'm sorry I couldn't come.

To your department, I mean.

They don't like me over there.

It's as close as I can get.

This is for you.

Thanks.

It's cold, though.

I was like this.

Workaholic.
Coffees went cold all the time.

I may not look like it but I used to be

a fiery and an idealist reporter.

I was a police reporter, too.

I don't about the fire,

but there's still some idealism left.

Otherwise why would you come
all this way, no?

Maybe I just wanted to see you.

Why not?

Maybe it's two birds
with one stone. Why not?

Never.

As I am still carrying that idealism,

I am also carrying a stone
for each bird.

-What's this?
-It's a story.

Can you publish it?

"An anonymous law enforcement source."

-Exactly that.
-Hmm.

I gave you this. You're giving it back.

To me, that's romantic.

-The sooner the better.
-All right.

I'll post it online.

Had a look at the courthouse yet?

I did, but it's a dead end.

Then I could send you
to an entirely different street.

Your dead judge...

All his cases
involved some sort of bribery.

Public knowledge, too.

Might as well have invoiced them.

If you were to look at...

whose lives he'd ruined in those cases,

maybe you'll find something.

But his record is spotless.

Then for one time only,

he didn't take a bribe...

But gave a bribe.

Use your other medicine.
They won't cause a problem.

But sir, you have to
let your daughter know.

Yes, of course.

I must accept it first.

Then I'll tell them both.

Alzheimer's is a serious condition.

Tailor-made for a serious man like myself.

Where were you this morning?

Your daughter worried about you.

The night I had a heart attack,

I had a sharp pain right here.

I said, "Agah, this is it.
You're leaving this life."

First thing I thought about

was what my daughter
and grandson was going to do.

What would become of them?

So interesting.

So long as man doesn't understand
that he's dying,

he doesn't think about
those he's leaving behind.

I called my lawyer.

Told him to leave them everything.

They shouldn't have to deal
with the inheritance stuff.

I was busy with those things.

I didn't want to make them sad,
and didn't tell them.

Come in, please.

Let's get to the point.

You'll be our guest for another day.

-Okay?
-Okay.

-All right. Get well soon.
-Thank you.

You made us leave.

I couldn't ask while he's here.

What's this thing
you can't share with us?

You know about
the heart attack I had, sweetie?

I asked the doctor about
my sexual life this point on.

Now you know.

Would you have liked to listen?

I wish I could stay.

No, you go home and rest.

We'll be back tomorrow anyway.

Dad called today.

Finally, huh.

Finally he must've understand
what he's done.

Doesn't have the face
to call me, either.

So he called you.
What is he saying?

He filed for divorce.

Ah.

That's a relief.

Really. I'm relieved.

I mean...

That's a load off my shoulder.

I'm happy.

So happy.

Finally, that's done.

-Mom, you're fine, right?
-Why wouldn't I be?

Good night.

That's not me.

It's some other Nevra Elmas.

Or like Firuz had said,

he must have seen me on TV
or the newspaper, and is addressing me.

That may be.
But the real question is

not whom he's writing,
but why he's writing.

I think he's alone.

Crippling from it, in fact.

No one to speak with.

Even if he does, nobody's listening.

He wants to be
listened to so badly,

he's willing to kill for it.

MISSING SUSPECT

Who could be that lonely?

Zuhal? Darling?

Mister? Mister?

Are you okay, mister?

-Peace be with you.
-And also with you.

What brought you here, at this hour?

I've come to take my car.
They towed it here.

Come tomorrow.

No. Tomorrow won't do.

I'm coming from the hospital.
I have somebody sick.

I have to take the car there,
and go to their hometown.

I wish them well.
Where are you from?

-Mister. Are you feeling better?
-Yeah.

We've called an ambulance.
They'll be here soon.

What?

What are you saying?

-In the car.
-What's there?

In the bag...

-What's there?
-In the bag...

Mister...

-Mister.
-In the car...

-What?
-My car.

This second murder is really
making national headlines.

While the nationwide search for the
killer, Tufan Elibol, is still ongoing,

it is believed that
he may not be acting alone,

and that he may have two
or three accomplices.

According to the anonymous
law enforcement source,

these murders may have
nothing to do with Tufan Elibol.

Indeed, dear viewers,
he may be a victim of them.

Hey!

You sissy!

I'll make you pay for this!

Bloody hell. Hey!

Screw this.

Fuck! Fuck this!

-Help!
-What are you doing?

What are you doing?
You'll break the elevator.

-Stop it.
-Help!

Stop! You'll cut your hand.
Don't bang on the glass.

Help me!

What are you doing?
Why are you yelling for nothing?

Open it.
I can't hear you, open this.

Sir, I beg you. Let me go,
I won't go to the police.

-I'll go home.
-Okay. That's what I'm saying.

-I beg you, sir.
-If you'll let me finish...

-Just...
-I... Shut the hell up!

Now...

The mechanic says...

When the elevator is stuck
between two floors,

press on the call button once.

If it doesn't move,

it's something only
the mechanic could fix.

I can't kill you here.

How will I remove your body?

Help me! Help!

So, let me tell you how we'll do this.

I'll press this button once.

Just the one time.

If it doesn't come down, you'll live.

I'll go to the police,
and that's that.

What if it works?

What if it comes down?

Well...

Then...

I'll have to do
something I won't like at all.

-I'll have to kill you.
-Ah, man!

Help!

Help!

I think Nevra spotted our ruse, anyway.

I don't really need you anymore.

Very interesting.

These things really do happen.

A turning point.

All right.

Well...

Are you ready?

Can anybody hear me?

Anybody?

Come here. Fuck you.

-Help me!
-I'm pressing the button.

-Let's see how it goes.
-Anybody!

Pure luck.

-Can anybody hear me?
-I'm pressing.

Fuck this.

Help!

No!

Think of your health.

A little exercise won't kill you.

Why are you in the elevator?

Just use the stairs.

See?

It's bad for the heart.

Why aren't you answering?

That's why you've come?

Yes, mom.

How'd you like it, mom?

Beautiful, isn't it?

You have a lovely room.

I'll always call you.

Everyday.

The director's here, madam.

Mom, I'll speak
to the director and be back.

Okay?

-These should be with her.
-Of course.

Don't worry.
We'll take good care of her.

-Thanks. You'll be here, then?
-Yes. I'll help her move in.

Mom, I'll be back soon.

Oh, poor Agah.

What have you done?