Sahsiyet (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - 5.Bölüm - full transcript

Remember...

What do I do with him now?

I won't let you die before
telling me why you tried to kill me.

Conscience.

You won't look me in the eye?

Because you left that cushy job
and went and became a cop!

It was ten years ago.
A family came

and moved in
to that house on the hill.

There were a few burglaries.

Everybody blamed the new family.

They burned the house down.



I'm here now.
Looking for a job...

Here. Here's my resumé.

-Do you know Agah Beyoglu?
-He's my father.

Ates, aren't you afraid at all
that the murderer will target you?

Just like he has his eyes on me,

I have my eyes
on the perimeter of my house.

I'm going to get that killer.

Wherever he runs to. Wherever he hides.
I'm going to find him, and arrest him.

TODAY IS NEVRA'S BIRTHDAY
I GOT HER A BIRTHDAY PRESENT

You've grown older, too.

Hi there, Nazif. Remember me?

It's Agah.

From Kambura.

Nazif?



Hello, Nazif.

How are you doing, Nazif?

Pause it. He's here.

He jumped over the back fence.

What's that?

What is he wearing?

Is it supposed to be a rabbit?

No. It's a cat.

See its whiskers?

A white cat.

00:53.

When did you leave the nightclub?

Around 01:30.

I was just leaving when you called.
I'm usually done by 01:00.

He was keeping tabs on you.

There's a road that comes in
through the woods, right?

Yes.

Since he couldn't have taken
a cab in that costume...

With a corpse in tow, to boot.

He drove his own car here.
Had the corpse with him the whole way.

There must be a camera
recording that road.

We'll see.

He's a lunatic.

Who are you?

Who?

What's he doing?

You've left the body there. Leave.

One: Take a red pen.

Two:

Kill Nazif.

Three:

Don't forget the oud.

Take a red pen, kill Nazif,

don't forget the oud.

If Nazif isn't home,

spare his life.

Yes.

Why did he
want to make sure that it sank?

-It's a surprise.
-What surprise?

He wanted it to be a surprise.

Right. I'm sorry. I didn't know
it was your birthday.

Of course not.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday to me.

What is he doing?

Resting.

Not a care in the world.
Just wants to lie down for a bit.

I'm back.

Whom do you think
the corpse belongs to, Nevra?

Since it's a present...

It must be someone
I've been looking for.

What do we do now?

I'll call the station.

The Crime Scene Unit will arrive.

They'll go through this footage,
find out that I spent the night here,

and start avoiding me like the plague.

Then they'll ask both you and I
thousands of questions.

And finally, they'll take me off the case.

Followed by my resignation.

Or...

None of that will come to pass.

You'll delete the footage I'm in.

I'll rip those stickers off the balloon.

No one will find out that
this was meant as a present to me.

You'll call 155,

and I'll lie to everyone's faces.

Then another lie, then another.

I'll lie so much
that I'll forget to remember them,

and I'll be found out sooner or later.

They'll take me off the case,
and I'll probably resign.

Which one sounds better to you?

-Which one should we go with?
-Nevra...

I say to myself sometimes...

I say...

What if I'd never decided to become a cop?

What if I never did?

Would he be committing these murders,

or are all these people dying
just because I chose to be a cop?

See, there you are.

He's still here.

I don't believe it.

I'm letting you into the house,
and he's still here.

He forgot the bag.

KILLER OR VICTIM?

That's why he left it here.

Can you zoom it?

Can you zoom into the newspaper?

REMEMBER. REMEMBER.
REMEMBER. REMEMBER.

Remember...

Remember?

Remember what?

Is it meant for you?

Does it mean anything to you?

It means only one thing.

It's not the bag that he forgot.
He forgot to tell me to remember.

-Nevra...
-Yes?

-Are you sure?
-I am now, Ates.

They're being killed because I'm a cop.

And whatever it is that
he wants me to remember,

they'll keep dying
until I remember it.

Connect me to the Crime Scene Unit.

Where are you off to? It's still early.

I got some pastries.
Let's have breakfast.

I can't, dad.
I got a job. I have to leave.

-What job? Your old one?
-No. I'll tell you about it later.

-I'm off.
-Good luck.

-Dad...
-Yeah?

Let's go out to dinner tonight.

There's food in the fridge.

I know, not like that.

I want to celebrate the new job.

But I have errands to run.

What errands do you have
other than those crosswords?

Be home by eight
and we'll leave together.

School's started as well, huh?

-I don't remember how to tie it.
-I'll do it.

Hold these.

And this.

-Is she from school?
-Who?

Your girl.
What was her name?

-Suveyda.
-Suveyda. That's it.

Do you know what the name means?

-No. Aren't you done yet?
-Patience.

You never wondered
what her name meant?

I don't think names hold any meaning.

-Why?
-Because we don't choose our own name.

Each person

has a black mark on their heart
when they're born, they say.

Once they find their calling in life,

only then does the mark fade away.

Suveyda is what that mark is called.

It does have another meaning,
but it escapes me.

-Let's forget about the tie.
-Hold on! Hold on!

I'm going to remember it.

It means sin. A hidden sin.

The sin people hide in their chests.

A deep, hidden sin.

Do you have a hidden sin in there?

I do.

-It's Suveyda.
-Right. Of course.

-How about in yours?
-Of course. In spades.

There you go.

You're ready to go.

-Thanks.
-No problem.

Good luck.

Good job, Nevra!

You finally caught the murderer!

You should get a medal or something.

He came to you while you were asleep.

I guess it's a matter of where you sleep.

You need to sleep in the right bed
for him to come to you.

You got him delivered.

Delivered to your address.

Great! This is great!

You'll pay for that, Nevra!

You'll pay for that!

Back to work!

Are you sick in the head or something?

Not only do you try to belittle her
in front of everyone at the scene,

and you do this!
You're making a formal complaint?

You deserved worse than you got!

-But sir...
-Shut the fuck up!

Get back to work!

So... Dear Ates Arbay.
Let's get down to business.

Who is your source for all these articles,

and what do you give them in return?

I don't give anyone anything.

I have sources,

and I don't have to tell you
who they are.

Sources...

I see. Alright.

You see, Ates Arbay,
this is dangerous business.

Whoever is selling you the case files

might want something
more precious in return very soon.

They might get greedy.
They might sell you down the river.

What did I tell you?

Follow her every move.

Shadow her wherever she goes.

I'm not sure you're fully aware.

If you'd done your job,
we'd have the killer by now!

Sir, may I please speak?

Go ahead, speak.

She went over to her mom's
place last night.

Anıl was on her. He called me
to ask what he should do.

-His son was sick, so I let him go home.
-Great fucking decision!

You're off the fucking case, alright?

Sefa will handle it now.

And take that complaint
and stick it up your ass!

-Welcome.
-Shut up.

Why are you mad at me?
I'm on your side.

I told you to shut up.

-Why am I here?
-Don't speak unless spoken to.

I'm the victim here.

The killer came into my home
and left a body in my garden.

Still, here you are, interrogating me.
Shouldn't you be out looking for him?

What are you going to do?
Hit me?

Go ahead.

Hit me.

Ates Arbay.

My whole career, I've never touched a hair
on anyone's head in this room.

But if you know something
about the case and are hiding it from us,

then I'll knock you into
the middle of next week.

And one more thing.

You're not on our side, Ates Arbay.

You know what side you're on?

The side where desk warriors
mess with other people's lives.

That's the side you're on.

You know what I call
the people on that side?

I call them jesters.

We don't mess with people's lives here.

We save their lives instead.
You got that?

I understand.

Do you think he does, as well?

Get him out of here. Out. Out!

-One red pen, as well.
-Of course.

-Duct tape.
-I've already given you some.

Another one.

-And some sticky note cards.
-Post-its?

Whatever they're called.
Give me some.

Sit down. Sit!

This has to be a joke!
It has to be!

-Are you Ates Arbay's source?
-No, sir.

-Who is it, then?
-I don't know.

-He didn't tell you?
-He didn't.

Do you trust that man?

It doesn't matter.

There will be a press conference tonight.

The killer turned out not to be
the killer. Everyone's in a frenzy.

I want you at the press conference.
Don't go anywhere. Now get out.

-That's it?
-That's it.

You don't have any other questions?

The mistakes you make
in your private life is your business.

Just don't make those
same mistakes when you're at work.

Will you take me off the case?

Nevra, get out.

Wait a second.
Whom did this belong to?

Darn it.

See? Red's much better.

More distinctive.

Easier to see.

Alright...

What's this?

KILL

I'll never forget now.

Good afternoon, Hasan.

Won't you take my order?

Selim...

-How are you?
-Fine, Vural. How about you?

-I'm not great, to be honest.
-Why's that?

You're talking too much...

I hear you've been blabbering.

What are you saying?

Telling people
it was haunting your dreams.

What use is it, talking to people
about your dreams, Selim?

Something might happen to you.

And then, when the cops come
and ask them what happened to you,

no one might feel inclined to talk.

It's best if you didn't talk.

Especially to Nevra.

You should really tread lightly.

Selim!

Auntie! Auntie!

-Let the boys carry those for you.
-Thank you, Vural.

-Doing well, I hope?
-Doing well.

Stop by for some tea sometime.

Can I help you with anything?

I'm fine, thank you so much.

Say hi to your mom for me, though.

Of course. You're too kind.
Have a nice day.

What can I get you, brother?

MISSING SUSPECT

VICTIM

Victim.

-Now, boys...
-Tolga, give me a moment.

Nevra, we already know that these murders
have something to do with you.

This is not a matter of mistaken identity.

You are the Nevra
the victim is alluding you, as you know.

Since, as a matter of protocol,

we don't allow officers to work cases
they're personally involved in,

I didn't want you to take up the case.

Neither did your superior, Tolga.

Suspecting that the murderer
wasn't stopping anytime soon,

I asked Tolga for a favor.

I asked him to keep you on this case.

Because you were the only connection
to the killer that we could find.

And you still are.

It was now
Tolga's turn to ask me for a favor.

He asked me to share all this with you.

But I refused.

Because rule one of my job
is that you don't trust anyone.

If the murderer getting caught

would expose some secrets
you wouldn't want exposed,

we had to find out what they might be.

That's why we kept you in the dark.

That's why we had you followed.

Tolga even told you

that if you were the Nevra
from the stickers,

you'd be taken off the case.

Why am I telling me all this now,
you might ask.

Because rule two of my job

is to recognize
when someone's trustworthy.

Even though you knew fully well
that you'd be taken off the case,

you still didn't tamper with the evidence.

Happy birthday, by the way.

I assume you understand
why all this subterfuge was necessary.

As you well know,

this is the first killing spree
of this magnitude in our country.

This is an exceptional case.

It required exceptional measures.

You know everything now.

The choice is yours to make.

Both your superior
and I want you on this case.

But if you wanted to excuse yourself,
I'd understand.

Make a choice.
Are you in or out?

-I'm in, of course.
-Good.

Nevra...

There's no more playing cowboy.

You'll be partnering with Sefa.

You'll be reporting to me every day.
Are we clear?

We are, sir.

Shit.

NEVRA AND I HAVE A SECRET

What were you doing here, then?

-Out for a picnic.
-Just out for a picnic.

Out for a picnic.

Foreign-made.
No one can crack it.

Just pick a password and you're done.

Take care not to forget the password.

See? They tampered with the door also.

-I can fix it if you'd like.
-No need. It's fine.

They broke into a house
in the neighborhood.

When they couldn't find anything
to steal, they took a bath.

-A bath?
-Yeah. Oh, and they stole some flowers.

-What would they do with flowers?
-I don't know, smell them or something.

Do you live alone here?

Why do you ask?

The world isn't as innocent
as it used to be back in your time.

What do you mean?

They keep tabs on old people.

Don't you worry about that.
Old people keep tabs on them, also.

Can I ask you a question?

Why are the mechanics always late?

Excuse me?

Tufan Elibol, the murder suspect
in the serial killer investigation

was found dead in the back garden
of famous reporter Ates Arbay's house.

The case seems to be out of control.

Hoping to ease the public's concerns,

the police department is planning to hold
a press conference sometime today.

Do you think this has a deeper meaning?
Seeing two corpses

wrapped up in cling film
inside one day?

It signals good fortunes.

Why do you think
he packages them up like this?

He packaged Tufan up
because he was a present for me.

-So he follows protocol, you think?
-Sure.

He must not have wanted
the animals to get to this one.

Do you think he cares about
what happens to the bodies?

No.

But he does care about the messages.

He don't want something happen to them
before we get the chance to read them.

NEVRA AND I HAVE A SECRET

They're everywhere.

We are gathered here to celebrate
a proud giant of Turkish industry,

the 73-year-old company,

Tezgider Textiles,

merging with Havran Holding Company.

No... That's too long a sentence.

-Edit it for me, will you?
-Of course.

If Nazif isn't home, spare his life.

Who is it?

I must have the wrong door, I'm sorry.

-Agah? Is that you?
-Yes?

It's Nazif! You don't recognize me?

-Nazif?
-Hold on.

-It's Nazif!
-How's that possible?

Come here, you heartbreaker.
Come on, come on in.

Wait...

It's really you, Agah!
How long has it been?

Must've been twenty years.
Maybe even more.

Agah...

Darling...

You don't need to feel threatened.

It's me, Nazif!

Actually, I've been going by Naz
for 16 years,

but you can address me
however you feel comfortable.

So? How's Mebrure?
She's well, I hope.

Mebrure passed away, sadly.

Ten years ago.

Oh, dear.

May she rest in peace.

She was such a beautiful woman.
She had a pure heart.

Come on, take off that coat.

Sit back, get comfortable.

This is fine, Mr... Naz.

We don't need to call each other
mister and missus.

That's good to hear, Naz.

-My mother's passed on, as well, Agah.
-May she rest in peace.

You'd been to this house before, right?

We came to visit you
after you were assigned to Istanbul.

Yes, I remember now.
I left that job, as you know.

I know.

We haven't seen each other since.

Yes, we haven't...

Agah...

Come on.

Look here.

Look into my eyes.

That's better.
I'm the same person, Agah.

I'm your old friend. Alright?

It's for...

I have a skin condition.

I have to wear a cream.
Doctor's orders.

-I hope you get better.
-Thank you.

Agah, I have an idea.

Let's have some raki!

The reporters will have
a million questions.

We have to get our story straight.

Nevra, wrap the case up for me.

The last victim's name was Salih Guden.
No priors. 51 years old. Truck driver.

Nevra...

From the beginning.

Mehmet Yurtgil. Judge.
Heavy penal court.

He had a reputation for taking bribes,
but we have no proof of it.

Naimhan Turedi.

He's a man that sung at taverns.

No priors.

But Naimhan and I share something.

Kambura.

He's from Kambura.
Lived there until he was 20.

My family lived in Kambura, as well.

My mom worked at the post office.

She was assigned to Kambura
when I was nine.

We stayed there for a year,
until she was assigned to another town.

I never went back to Kambura,

but my mom loved that town so much
that she moved there after she retired.

-Got married there, in fact.
-You don't have to mention that.

And then, there's Tufan.

Tufan has no connection
whatsoever to Kambura.

However, three days before
Mehmet Yurtgil was killed,

the Ardıchan Courthouse
was burned down.

That's where he got the guns.

He also took whatever illegal items
he could find in the evidence locker.

He could be in possession
of drugs and explosives.

We're still waiting on the inventory list
to know exactly what he took.

Why the Ardıchan Courthouse?

I can't wrap my head around that.
Why not another courthouse but that one?

Nevermind. Keep going.

He also took the case files
in the courthouse.

He needed someone
to pin the murders on.

He had to be someone with a record

so that we'd quickly identify him
as the killer,

buying the real killer time
to commit the other murders.

He found Tufan from those case files.
An ex-con jailed for killing his wife.

He probably kidnapped Tufan
after burning down the courthouse,

and planted his fingerprints
on the stickers.

By the way...

The stickers and the card
we found on Tufan bore no fingerprints.

-Now, this heavy penal judge...
-Mehmet Yurtgil.

Yes.

Does he have any connections
to Kambura?

No, sir. At least none we've found so far.

How about the third victim,
Salih Guden, the truck driver?

He's not from Kambura,

but he's been going there for work
for years. So yes, he might.

Alright, then.

Three victims. Scratch Tufan.
Two of them are from Kambura.

You've lived in Kambura for a while.
That counts as a lead, don't you think?

So all this does have something
to do with Kambura.

But why did he let Tufan go?

Why did he want us to find Tufan?

That must be Timur.
He's doing the autopsy on Tufan.

-Do you have anything, Timur?
-The whole body was soaked in bleach.

No traces of DNA on him.

But he does have soft tissue trauma
on his wrists and ankles.

He was kept tied up for a prolonged time.

And I don't know if it means anything,
but they fed him cat food.

I found cat food in his stomach.

SUSPECT

How is this possible?

I really had no idea.

I did everything I could
to keep it from you guys.

You've been with women
before, haven't you?

I have. It's really hard
not to doubt your true feeling.

It's so scary, it feels like
your whole world might come down.

That's why I always
tried to convince myself

that what I was feeling wasn't real.

It's a way of deceiving yourself, really.

I went to bed with so many women
just to prove myself to others.

It's not like I was able to have sex
with any of them, though.

There was this one girl...

She was beautiful.
I can't remember her name. Whatever.

That bastard Sungur
used to pimp them out, remember?

I do.

She cried. The thought of me
not liking her was devastating for her.

She thought I'd go back to Sungur
and tell him I didn't like her.

She was scared he'd beat her up.

Actually, when I think back...

She was the first person I ever told.

She was the first person I confessed to.

I told her I didn't really like women.

That's all I have for you.
My story ends there.

Time to tell yours.

What brings you to my home?

Nazif...

I'm sorry, Naz...

You say it so beautifully!

Say my name again.

Naz...

-Yes, dear?
-I'm sick.

Early stages of Alzheimer's.

Sadly... I'll forget everything.

Everything.

So I told myself...

That before I forgot...

I should visit my old friends.

-Oh, dear.
-Yeah.

Oh, darling.

Agah...

You know what we're going to do now?

Do you remember that night
when we got drunk

and wrote a song together?

Yes?

-I still have it on paper.
-No way.

See?

That's really something.
It was in the key of Segah?

No, not Segah!

Agah...

It's in the key of Agah.

I have the oud right here.

No more nightingales
No more roses

The pain inside
Is all I have

I can't go on
Any longer

Oh, lover, lover,
Please end me

I can't go on
Any longer

Oh, lover, lover,
Please end me

Ah...

Alas...

In the key of Agah...

I wasted my life...

I've gone mad!

Gone mad!

-We used to have so much fun.
-Those were the days.

We used to recite poems.
From Nazım, from Yahya Kemal...

-Cheers to those days, Agah.
-Cheers to young times past.

Shut up! We're still young!

Sure we are.
How many glasses does this make?

I'm pretty drunk.

I haven't seen you for ages.
Stop whining!

You know what I thought?

I thought that once I became a woman,

all my troubles would go away.
I'd finally be happy.

I did become happy.

But I'd forgotten about a detail.

Something was missing, Agah.

You can't live without love.

Nothing works
when you don't have love.

Without love,

no more nightingales...

No more roses.

I'm so unhappy, Agah!

I'm so alone!

No one's knocked on that door for years!

But I don't care!
I still dress up every night!

It works, you see?
You finally came!

It was so good of you to come!

Maybe you didn't come to say goodbye.

Maybe you came to say hello!

A little birdie told me...

That there's something about your past
that you just can't shake.

Might that be me?

You have a drop...

of raki right there.

Let me drink my fill.

Whose poem is that?

Mine.

For you.

Agah...

What the...

Shit!

What's this?

What did you do, Agah?

What did you do!

Die, you bastard!

Come here!

Don't!

Don't hurt the instrument!

Don't! Don't!

Don't!

Don't...

I'll show you!

That's all the information I have for you.
I have summed up the situation for now.

We will keep sharing our information
with the public in the coming days.

Lastly, for our citizens
who live in Istanbul's immediate vicinity,

there's no reason to panic.
We are on the case.

Chiefly the Murder Bureau,

but in fact the whole police force,

is working to solve the murders
and bring swift justice on the murderer.

Our citizens can rest easy.

Whoever it is
that is committing these murders

will soon be caught and tried.

You don't need to doubt that.

I'll be taking questions shortly,

but since the case, as you know,
involves sensitive information,

I might have to refrain
from answering some of your questions.

I ask for your understanding.

Sir! Sir!

-Go ahead.
-Does the cat costume signify anything?

-Do you think it might be a message?
-He's definitely an animal lover.

But as you all know, Hitler was in love
with his dogs. Any other questions?

You do realize!

That you've been up there for an hour
without saying anything.

Four people were killed
inside a single week.

People are scared to leave their homes.

And all you have to say...

To allay their fears...

Is that you're working on it.

As all the reporters gathered here
and the millions watching on TV know,

a government official
saying he's working on it

means they are not doing anything.

If you were making any real progress,
you'd have shared that with us.

You have nothing to show for your efforts.

Ates Arbay, right?

Are you done?

Good.

Gathered here...

are countless reporters
with spotless records.

I will defer to them
on the legitimacy of your work.

But I condemn you for your words
that defame me and my department.

Do you really not have anything?

Don't you have any leads?

Please calm down!
I get it, you're concerned.

And you have a right to be.

That's why I'll be sharing
another information with you.

The murder suspect used Tufan Elibol
to throw us off his trail.

But Tufan Elibol's body
contained useful evidence.

You made me do it, Agah!

Tufan Elibol, whom the killer used
to throw us off his scent

will prove instrumental
in the killer getting caught.

The killer has made his bed.

A bomb goes off, killing 50 people,
and you don't panic.

But when people are picked off
one by one, then you do. Is that it?

One thing we know is that the killer
doesn't torture his victims, right?

He hasn't so far, yes.

We're over here, dad!

-Cemil?
-Look who I've brought.

-I told you he'd recognize me.
-Come here!

I see you all over on TV, in newspapers.
Of course I recognized you.

-You're truly your own man now!
-You haven't changed a bit!

-I'm getting old.
-I won't hear it. You look incredible!

Come on. I'm getting old.

How do you know each other?

I've met Zuhal really recently.
As of today, she works for me.

You didn't tell me.

I really love him, you know.
I knew him as a child, back in Kambura.

Such a nice surprise!

-Hi, by the way.
-Hi.

Such a nice surprise!

So? How are you doing, Cemil?

He seems to exhibit

none of the obsessions
and sexual fantasies of serial killers.

We don't know whether
he enjoys the act of killing or not.

He seems to be a simple murderer.

They usually have only two motives:
Either money or revenge.

Since he's never stolen anything,
he must be after revenge.

He has so many people to take revenge on
that it turns him into a serial killer.

Not just three or four people.

Maybe ten...

Maybe 20.

Maybe even more.

And then there're the messages.

All meant for me.

I mean...

He leaves clues for the police.

But why?

Why does he do it?

Ten years ago, a crowd,
I don't know how many people yet,

gathered outside this house
and burned it to the ground.

How did you find out about this?
Who told you?

Selim, my mom's current husband told me.

He was here too, sadly.

Selim says that
a single person threw the torch,

but he never saw who.

But from what I gather,
no one ran in to help the people inside.

That night, seven people died in the fire.

A mother, a father, and five children.

And most importantly,
at least according to Selim,

one of the victims
was in the crowd that night.

Naimhan.

The man you told me about,

the one you chased all the way here...

-You never saw his face?
-No, I couldn't!

It was dark.

I never saw his face, but I'm certain
that he wanted to bring me here.

He brought me here,
and asked me to remember.

I've been here for three years.
This is the first I'm hearing of this.

That's strange. You never wondered
why and how it happened?

No.

Good for you.

Turn on the computer.
I want to take a look at the archives.

Um...

Um?

The archives are in here.

What have you been doing
for the past three years?

Waiting to get assigned to another town.

Go wait over there, then.
Come on in, Nevra.

I don't believe it.

He's such a humble man.

We've been talking for hours,
and he hasn't mentioned

all he's done even once.

What have I done?

Don't be coy.

I was orphaned at the age of nine, Zuhal.

My father died suddenly.

My mother was a wretch.

She was always sick, too.
We were left all alone.

You know who took care of us?

Kambura did.

Kamburans.

They bought me school supplies.

They dressed me.

Even the poorest among them
found a way to get my mom some money.

They all wanted me
to become learned. So I did.

I could've never come to Istanbul
to go to college if it weren't for them.

And your father here,

paid for a tutor for me,

even though
he was just a civil servant.

You paid for my tutor year after year.

Come on, forget about it.

-Anyone would've done the same.
-No.

I've never forgotten, Agah.

I owe a lot to Kambura and to you.

You don't owe anyone anything.

You can't imagine how happy I was when
I found out that Zuhal was your daughter.

But I'm telling you now,
with Zuhal as my witness,

that if you need anything at all,
I want you to tell me about it.

I'll be deeply hurt if you don't.

Sure. Of course. I will.

I'm serious. You know I mean it.

I know.

You're a good man.

You were back then,

and you still are.

KILL

Nevra, I found it.

What?

You have the reports?

Nevra, no one burned it down.

What do you mean, no one did?

Here's the report.
The cause for the fire was a cigarette.

There were two gas lamps inside the house.
That's why the fire grew out of control.

But there was a crowd gathered outside.

Yes, they did.
It's written in the police report.

"The locals gathered around the house

and did their best to control the fire
before the fire department arrived.

However, despite the locals' efforts,

the seven people inside the house,
probably asleep at the time,

were unable to be rescued alive."

Nevra, those people
didn't gather there to start a fire.

They gathered there
to rescue the ones inside.

But Selim told me otherwise.

He was there.
He saw it with his own eyes.

No. I wasn't there at the time.

But Selim,

you told me
you threw a stone at the house.

You told me it haunted your dreams.

Exactly. It's nothing but a dream.

He confuses them with reality.

He goes off the rails
when he neglects his meds.

They came all the way from Istanbul
hoping to find something.

You should be more thoughtful.

Sugar?