Oh, no, you can't sneak up on me!
No, can't sneak up on me.
The trampoline... Trampoline? Yeah. No way.
No, I'm going to get there first. I'm going to get there first.
You made quite the impression.
You know, you were just the same.
Right from a toddler.
Running around before you could walk.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
This place is incredible.
Thank you for having me. You're very welcome.
It's nice for when the city gets a bit too much.
Been in my wife's family for years.
Marry rich, Mehmet.
To making up for lost time.
So, you ever grilled levrek before?
Don't think so.
First of all, just a light drizzle.
Wow. I'd hate to see what a heavy drizzle looks like.
You're in charge.
Ah.
But not on the hottest flame, all right? OK.
You don't want to burn the skin before the flesh is cooked. Mm-hm.
So...how is work going?
Have you been promoted yet?
I think I'm closer to being fired.
They haven't made you welcome?
Oh, probably didn't make it easy.
What is it? A clash of cultures?
Yeah, you could say that.
It's perfect. You're a natural.
Hey...
..there's more to it. Tell me.
Someone I care about
got mixed up with some dangerous people in Istanbul. Hit-and-run.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Mehmet. I...
No, she's still alive.
Pretty bad head injury.
That's awful.
How is she now? Has it affected her?
She's suffering from memory loss.
The doctors say she is starting to make improvements.
So that's why you're here.
Do you have any idea who did this to her? No.
Not yet.
Thought I had something, but it's...
If there's anything I can do, please just...
Thank you.
Too...too many people have already been hurt.
Think I've pretty much blown it anyway.
MUSIC: Bir Seyler by TurkodiRoma
Ooh!
WHISTLING
New case.
The usual nonsense in Sahra.
I'll get right on it, sir. And rest assured,
while Inspector Ikmen is away on paternity leave,
I will... Just get it processed. Mm?
Yes. Of course.
WHISTLING
Diligent as ever.
Yeah, rumour is he's moving up to the Ministry of Justice.
I'll miss him.
So...what we got?
Um...it's OK. I, uh, I've got it covered.
You can keep doing whatever it is that you do.
Ayse, we have to work together.
I told you. If I can't trust you, I can't work with you,
so it's up to you, OK?
Turkish?
No? Can I ask you a couple of questions about the man who died?
My name is Detective Ayse Farsakoglu.
Did you know him? Was he your friend?
DOORBELL CHIMES
Uh, hey. Hey.
What are you doing here?
Well, you wouldn't answer my calls.
Yeah?
Got something you might be interested in.
What is it? Ihsan Solmaz.
It's not the first trash collector
to be found dead in his trash car in Sahra. What?
I found three nearly identical cases, all in the last 12 months.
I think they're linked. Um...
How did you... How did you pull this together so quickly?
Well, I could tell it was a priority for you, so I had a few things
fall off my desk.
Oh.
I guess you better come in.
That is not a regular bullet.
Hello, Hasan, it's Ayse. The trash collector earlier,
did you get the bullet back from the pathologist yet? Yes. Hold on.
It was home-made ammunition.
Probably for an old black market gun.
This one, too.
Hasan, I've got a corresponding case
of a trash collector shot with home-made ammunition.
Mm-hm. OK, tell the pathologist I want the works on this,
on blood, toxicology, everything, OK? Sure. Thank you.
It looks like there's a serial killer targeting trash collectors.
All four men were found dead in their trash carts
in the past 12 months.
Ihsan Solmaz and Zain Hussein were shot dead by home-made ammunition.
And Sevket Badem and Niroop Arslan
died of opioid and alcohol poisoning.
But why would anyone want to kill trash collectors?
Uh, I don't know.
But you only have two gunshot deaths, right?
But four bodies found in carts.
Yeah, poisonings could be accidental,
but I just don't think it's likely that any of the victims
climbed into the carts themselves. OK.
I need you to check cellphone data. Of course.
For any phone within a half mile radius of the crime scenes,
within a half hour time bracket of the murders,
to see if there was anyone within the vicinity of all four deaths.
Ayse, I mean, are you crazy?
I mean, this is a massive amount of data.
And I'm already maxed out, come on. Would you do it for Ikmen?
Well, right now, I'm Ikmen.
OK? OK, sir. Understood, sir.
OK. Better get to it, yeah? All right.
You and I need to trace Ihsan's last footsteps.
And how are we going to do that? Hello, fellow officers.
Yusuf Ikmen reporting for duty.
Boss. Good morning, everybody.
Nane Street, number 29.
You just couldn't stay away, could you?
I don't know what you're talking about. No? It's a state exam day
and I thought I owed it to Yusuf to give him a proper education.
Sifting through trash?
Oh!
Well, it's good enough for our very own Detective Suleyman. Why not?
Manolya Street, number 56.
Is he behaving himself?
Well...
..you know, with you gone, I need him. I'll do what I can.
That's OK, I can handle it. I mean, I can handle him,
keep him at arm's length, make sure he doesn't do any damage.
So you say this murder is linked with other cases? Yeah, we think so,
but there's probably not enough evidence yet to convince Bucar
to move it to the top of the pile. Haven't I taught you anything?
"Go with your gut, and to hell with what everyone else thinks"?
Glad you've been listening.
I think that's it. OK.
So it looks like there are two recycling depots near Ihsan's route.
The recycling depots are where the trash collectors
take whatever they can collect to be weighed and cash it in.
Gotta be this one. Why?
Well, there are turf wars between trash collectors
in east and west Sahra, so Ihsan wouldn't risk pulling his cart
through enemy territory, would he?
Dad... What? ..can we go now? What?
But you were so excited, what happened?
Yeah, I was, now I'm bored. Maybe we should call Mama.
Ah, OK, OK, OK,
now it's superhero Marvel Galaxy movie time! Yes!
Superhero Marvel Galaxy popcorn and chocolate movie time!
My phone is always on.
I...am going to go and check this out.
Can you just, um, clean all this up for me?
Thank you. What? Ayse!
Hello?
Police officers don't usually come here alone.
ID.
Karim Rahimi. I'm here about the murder of a trash collector
who worked out of this depot. Ihsan Solmaz.
I have no idea who he is.
Hundreds of trash collectors bring their goods to me.
You are welcome to look.
I look what they bring in,
but I only know their first names, and I pay in cash.
I'm going to take a look around.
Hey. Hey.
Hey, can I talk to you for a second?
You say you don't know these people?
I let some of the men stay when it rains.
OK, OK, OK, OK. Enough, enough!
It's just for self-defence. OK.
Look, look, look, look, I'm not immigration, OK?
I just want to talk to you about the trash collector who was killed.
I'm legal, and I did not know Ihsan anyway.
Get off me!
I didn't mention Ihsan by name.
Someone else told me.
Uh-huh, so why were you running?
Karim gets rough when anyone interferes.
He hates the police.
When you raided us a few months ago, he blamed us. Went crazy.
Are you scared of him?
Is he violent?
If we take our trash to other depots.
And he rigs the prices, too.
How old are you?
23.
Can I see some ID?
I lost it.
OK.
Your name, then, and your number.
Please.
Your real number, please.
Thank you, Omer.
PHONE RINGS
My name is Ayse.
Now you have my number, too.
You might need it.
Hey, hey, uh, can I talk to you?
Uh...sure.
Yeah, um...
Look, I've been thinking about what you said.
OK. I want to trust you.
No, I mean, I want to prove to you that I trust you
so you can trust me. OK.
There's someone I want you to meet.
It's this one.
I'm hoping this will explain things.
OK.
Hi, Hulya.
Don't push her too hard.
Hey. Hi.
How are you? Good. How are you? I missed you.
So, uh, yeah, that's pretty much it.
The rest I don't remember.
OK, uh...
..this is what you've been hiding the whole time?
And you have nothing on this, uh, Kayra Khan? Here.
The only real lead we have is this diagram.
We found it on a USB stick I'd hidden in my old apartment,
but I can't even remember hiding it there.
What do you think? It's... It's financial or something, right?
I mean, it's... A waste of time.
And yet he still insists on putting us in danger by pursuing it.
So you, crazy London boy with no clue,
you come here and you take on all of this by yourself?
Unbelievable. I know. I mean, it's really, really dumb.
OK. Yeah. Thank you. Yep. But, look, here I am, just asking for help.
We need you.
I assume Ikmen knows nothing about this.
No, no-one does.
Honestly, I think... fewer the better, safer.
Involving other people is the last thing you should be doing.
Hey, you know what? I'm starving. Should we...?
Go out? Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah. That's a good idea. Yeah. Yeah, sure. I will...
I'll bring her right back, I promise. I'll just grab my stuff.
Look, I know it's a lot.
And I know I'm asking you to keep secrets.
But Leyla has so much unexplained trauma
and, honestly, I think that finding the answer to those questions...
..could maybe heal her.
What did I have the last time we came? Was it this one? Yeah.
Tavuk shish.
Sorry. Why? Goldfish.
It's the head injury.
The doctors say it's actually a way for my brain to protect itself.
We won't mention the mood swings.
It's strange how they only occur when you're around! Mm.
You're getting better. Yeah.
All right. Send me the diagram. I'll see what I can do.
Really? Yeah.
Are you sure? Yes.
Oh, there's actually one more thing.
I haven't been able to chase this up but,
since you know, whoever smoked that works for Kayra Khan.
You want a DNA test? Yeah. OK.
PHONE BUZZES
It's Tarik. Hey. Hey. Listen.
After a lot of work, thank me later,
I have narrowed it down to three people
who were in the vicinity of each murder.
One is the trash depot owner, Karim Rahimi.
The other one is Ibrahim Nasser.
Quite possibly, Ibrahim listed in Karim's logbook.
The third one is fake, registered to a long deceased man in his 60s.
Read out the fake number to me. 599-024-64-086.
It's the kid.
It's Omer.
PHONE RINGS
Inspector Ikmen? Hello. Just wondering how you are.
Yeah, we've narrowed it down to three suspects. Marvellous.
The odds are getting better all the time, huh?
We're working off cell tower data.
Two of them were already known to us,
a depot owner and a trash collector.
Officer Melik from uniform was the one to ID the third
as another trash collector from the same depot.
We got his photo from the ID he used to register his phone.
Are we sure our killer was carrying a phone?
Erm... It's the best lead we've got.
I think it's time to bring them in. Well, I wonder,
what are you planning to hit them with in the interview?
Do you have any intel on motive or just opportunity?
We have a witness to Karim, the depot owner,
having violent tendencies.
He's got a couple of previous arrests for assault but...
But he was never charged with anything.
Oh. Well, what about the others?
I'm not quite there yet. Oh, I see.
It's not enough, is it?
Well, in my experience... Hold on just one second.
In my experience, more people than you'd like to imagine
are capable of an isolated murder.
But to do this repeatedly requires a pathology of some kind.
So perhaps you're better served
trying to observe what strange beat our new friends dance to
when they think nobody is looking. Hmm?
Yeah, of course. Yeah.
Thank you. OK. Bye.
So you're picking them up, then? No, not yet.
If we're going to prove that this is a serial killer,
we need motive, we need to connect them, the victims,
or we need the gun with the home-made ammunition.
So you're saying all we know is what we don't know? Yeah, pretty much,
which is why we're going to put surveillance on them.
Right. What, with the three of us? Well, we'll do the best we can
and see how they dance when they think no-one is watching.
Let's do it.
PHONE BEEPS
Oh, erm... Suleyman, we have to go to my place.
My brother has got something.
So it's not financial? No. It took me a second, but it's chemistry.
The currency signs were just a distraction.
See the repeated numbers?
Each one corresponds to an element on the periodic table.
It's a reaction scheme, kind of a chemical recipe.
Told you he was a genius. It's complicated.
But the closest things I could find with these compounds are synthetic,
mind-altering drugs like MDMA. I don't know, ecstasy.
Kayra Khan is a drug dealer.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
And, obviously, you keep this to yourself, you? Yeah, I know. I know.
She was very clear.
I was thinking...
..I think we could give Leyla's USB stick to Tarik,
see what he can find on the meta data. Mm.
I don't know. I mean, it's worth a shot.
He'll help us.
Good morning, everybody. I trust you've all had a good night's sleep
and a hearty breakfast.
Most important meal of the day. Excellent. So, everybody put on
your best dress and shiny shoes and grab yourself a partner.
It is time to dance. I'm on Omer.
Suleyman, you're going to take Karim. Right you are.
Melik, you're with Ibrahim. No problem.
Now, it should go without saying, but...
You're going to say it anyway. You know what, Suleyman,
I feel like we're finally getting to know each other.
Rule number one when you're dancing...
Don't tread on anyone's toes. Exactly.
They lead, we follow. Be subtle.
That feels a bit pointed.
How do we stay in contact? We text. Share photos.
Log any moment that gives us a window
into their heads or their hearts.
It's not just what they do or where they go, it's what makes them tick.
And, of course, if they just happen to lead us
to something that connects them to multiple homicides...
Well, we can dream.
But I can't remember the last time I got so lucky.
This is slow, painstaking work.
Fishing, not hunting. Exactly.
So let's keep our minds open and our eyes on the prize.
Good luck out there.
OK, OK. Sorry.
What are we watching here? A hostess bar.
I watched Omer go in there three nights in a row.
A pink-haired girl let him in the back door
and he never stays long enough to do any kind of work.
So what's he doing there? If you can pause it right there.
That man entering the bar is Zain Hussein,
one of the victims the night he was killed.
Who we see go in, but never come out.
Now, we know Omer shared a route
with our other gunshot victim, Ihsan. Omer is our strongest lead.
And we think he's using the Zehra bar somehow.
And whatever it is, that bar is our blind spot.
Omer has connections to both of our gunshot victims.
This is bigger than just one murder. You're suggesting a serial killer?
Aren't turf wars more likely?
No, no. These are all part of the same crew.
It's a big city.
When people get killed in the same part of town...
..it doesn't mean they're connected.
I have to agree. I'm not approving this operation.
Well, that was disappointing. Yeah.
What now? Chase up that antique store?
I know. We need to get into that bar.
Let me do it. I'll go in.
You serious? You're not from here. I'll blend in.
I... Give me a chance, please.
OK. Yeah.
He's local. Could be useful.
Hey. Hey, man.
Have you got a minute? For you, always.
Great. Because...
..I've got a favour to ask. A personal one. Lost phone?
Cheating girlfriend? Yeah, I wish it were that simple.
Tarik, I need you to keep this between us.
Of course, man. Yeah? Yeah.
It's a USB.
PHONE BUZZES
All right, Melik, remember, extra careful.
We're on our own in this. It's not the time to drop the ball.
All right, he's in.
OK.
So, we know Omer is in there, no more blindspots.
Tarik's finest toys. All Melik has to do is find out
what Omer is doing in there exactly and who he has access to.
All without spooking the adulterous husbands,
oddball loners and hardcore drinkers. Yeah. Easy.
LOUD MUSIC
Slick.
We agreed "heartbroken" not "never been kissed."
Sharpen it up or you'll stand out.
PHONE BEEPS
Sorry. Turgay, he's always losing something.
Seems like a good kid.
So, has he lived with you for long?
Yeah. Since he was a kid.
Since I was a kid.
How come?
Erm... Our home wasn't always the best environment.
My father...
..he liked to drink.
DOOR OPENS
Still no sign of Omer.
Hello, handsome.
I'm Ayla.
And you...
..are a sight for sore eyes.
You're causing quite a stir. Is that right?
Well, aside from the fact that you are ridiculously handsome...
..and at least 20 years younger than most of our friends here...
..there's something kind of...
..innocent about you.
I'm not innocent. I know exactly what I like.
You OK? Yeah, why wouldn't I be?
Are you brave enough to tell me?
For God's sake, just by the girl a drink.
The thing is, Ayla...
..pink is my favourite colour.
The Bulgarian with the tacky pink hair?
Please yourself.
OK, OK, here we go.
MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH
That's terrible advice! Come on, don't you have any female friends?
I have a lot of female friends. Well, next time, maybe ask them.
Aside from helping me mend my broken heart,
do you think you can help me with something else?
I can try.
There is a young guy who hangs around here.
Omer. He's around 20.
Do you know him?
What? If you are looking for something like that...
No, no, no, no... I'm sorry, but you're in the wrong place.
No, that's not what I meant.
Tell her Omer is family.
He's my cousin. He ran away.
I promised my aunt I'd find him. I just need to know he's OK.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.
If you will excuse me, I need to visit the ladies' room.
She knows something. She's spooked.
OK. Don't panic. We can salvage this.
I'm going to follow. Officer, what are you doing? Where are you going?
We're going to lose her and lose Omer, if he's even still here.
No, Melik, we have cameras on both the front and the back doors.
We know he's still in there. But we still don't know where.
Melik. Melik!
..that guy, he knows who you are.
That's him.
Security are going in. Well, shall we follow? Then we'll blow it.
We won't break cover if you pose as a customer.
I'll take the back door.
Run! Go! Hey, hey, hey! Wait!
Run! Get out of here!
AYSE SHOUTS
MELIK RETCHES
Izzet!
Suleyman. What happened? Are you OK?
I'm OK, I'm OK.
I walked into the changing room, Omer was binding her breasts.
The skin on her chest and neck is all burnt.
So you were right, Omer is a girl.
Are you OK? Yeah?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. I'm OK. Yeah?
Let me see.
I'm OK, I'm OK. I just need an ice pack. We need to find Omer.
We need to get you to a hospital. PHONE RINGS
Hasan?
Detective. Another trash collector...
..shot dead.
Looks like you might have been right.
Omer was at the Zehra bar all evening. We ran surveillance on him.
Following the wrong lead.
And not following orders.
So, if it wasn't Omer, who was it?
PHONE RINGS
Excuse me.
MUSIC: Olay by Ezhel