CATS MEOW
MEOWING CONTINUES
Good morning.
I just need a little refreshment.
It was a long night.
I was thinking I could join Kemal's interview.
I'm afraid to say I don't think your presence would be helpful.
Why not? Well, you're foreign.
A little aggressive.
And, of course, you did chase him halfway across Istanbul.
You're the boss. Yep.
I am, aren't I?
Can you confirm that you are Kemal Haddad,
born in Beirut, Lebanon on 18 August, 2003,
currently residing at the Jevise hostel?
Did you know Gozde Serene?
What was the nature of your relationship?
OK.
Can you explain the large amounts of cocaine
that my colleagues found in your room?
Did you kill her?
Why did you send...
..this text?
No.
No, I didn't send that.
She texted me, told me to meet her.
Can you prove that?
I lost my phone last night.
Why would you meet at a graveyard?
She thought it was safe.
No-one would see us.
Suleyman?
Why haven't you all left yet?
Selma didn't tell you?
About Gozde's fiance?
Uh-oh.
Oh, Selma.
This is our case.
Has to be.
Not until she says it is.
Let's have a look around and...
..avoid the Eye of Sauron, if we can.
Well, the security and encryption's first class.
We're not getting into his CCTV or data any time soon.
That's a shame.
Would be lovely to see what those cameras picked up.
Nevertheless...
Coast is clear. Shall we?
CATS MEOW ON PHONE HE CHUCKLES
Sir.
Morning. How's it going?
Ikmen. Detective Suleyman.
There you go.
So, Butcher, who has Selma deemed worthy of the case?
Inspector Jan is on his way.
Excellent. A very good man, very good indeed.
Very good. Wonderful man.
But we're here to assist in any way we possibly can.
I'm sure you don't mind. Huh?
Many hands make light work, of course.
Yeah.
Hell of a struggle, eh?
There's blood and hair on this. Let's check if it's Mesut's.
Of course, you know this.
Forensics won't be easy.
Mesut's party last night.
A lot of handshaking, back-slapping.
Plus, a night spent in the pool's chlorine.
Difficult. Difficult.
And, even though we know the cause of death...
..whoever strangled Mesut covered their tracks well.
I don't envy Inspector Jan.
Difficult, difficult, very difficult.
Boss? Ikmen!
Ah, yeah.
This isn't your crime scene.
You and your team need to leave.
Well, respectfully, I feel there's a certain, erm,
link or two, faint resonance with the Gozde Serene murder,
wouldn't you say? Yes, you might be right.
However, right now, I need you to focus on Gozde's murder.
Inspector Jan will lead this investigation.
Well...
..all right.
By the way, the Serenes are asking for Gozde's body back - for burial.
And I've had 50 phone calls about Mesut just this morning.
So, please, clean this all up.
Quickly and quietly.
Certainly.
Thank you.
Thank you. Ahem.
Probably, you should tell Inspector Jan he's no longer required.
Kemal's Forensics are back.
They found traces of Gozde's blood under his fingernails.
The kid needs to talk. You suspect he's guilty?
Definitely doesn't look good. Yeah, no, it doesn't.
Well, regardless, we need a new strategy with Kemal
if you want him to open up.
"We?" Yeah, "we".
Good work back there.
What are we doing here? Beginning of the new strategy.
Hello. Oh, hi.
Cheechek.
Let's go.
Thank you.
I believe you've met my colleague, Suleyman.
You must be hungry.
That's the cake from my wife's birthday.
Ahh.
How's that? Ah!
Please.
Take your time. We're not in a hurry.
Why's Gozde's blood on your skin?
Kemal, we have an incriminating message from you
on Gozde's telephone.
Forensic evidence, the cocaine...
I understand you've had a difficult life,
and your instinct tells you to trust no-one.
Yeah?
Now, this is my passport...
..my government ID...
..the driving licence, and my address.
My mother's maiden name was Yavuz.
My first pet was a tabby cat called Bonchuk.
So, you're good with computers, no?
Now, with that information, you can dismantle my life completely.
True?
Now, if, at any time, you feel that I let you down,
you have my sincere permission to do that.
Now, tell me how you met Gozde.
I've never settled here.
I was happy online.
I had friends. I was good at something.
I started exploring.
Darker corners of the internet.
Yes, but just for fun.
Then I met Gozde's brother.
He got you a job with Mesut.
I was a waiter at these private parties he threw.
A lot of rich guys, young women...
..alcohol, drugs.
And Gozde.
So I found her TikTok channel.
And, one night, I sneaked some drinks
and went up to her and offered to help her.
That was it.
I had never met anyone like her.
She was...the kind of girl that made anything seem possible, you know?
Why did you meet her in the graveyard that night?
We were going to escape Istanbul.
Her father said she ended things with you.
Well, she changed her mind.
Mesut Calak was murdered last night.
Where were you?
Hiding in Vefa.
So, first Gozde's killed, then her fiance's strangled,
thrown in a pool with their engagement photo.
That seems like someone wasn't happy about their marriage.
FIST POUNDS TABLE
I told you they were not going
to get married.
She loved me.
So what did you do, huh?
When you failed to secure the Canadian visa?
You're starting a new life. You needed money,
which explains the cocaine.
Where did you get it?
We sold a lot of cocaine.
We sold it for Cai Ze Lop, to all his friends and connections.
One night, when he was out of it,
and the safe was open, Gozde just put it in her bag.
That simple.
That's what got her killed.
They were watching her.
So you think Cai Ze Lop killed Gozde
and then Mr Calak?
So, if that's the case...
..why is Gozde's blood on your skin?
I had to touch her one last time.
Were those your real documents? Of course.
What do you make of Kemal's story?
It doesn't seem credible to me.
Mm.
PHONE RINGS
Selma, how nice to hear from you.
I'm going to charge Kemal with possession with intent to supply,
and Gozde's murder.
Excellent, excellent.
But may I suggest you hold off a moment?
Let us try to link him conclusively to Mr Calak's death too
and tie the entire matter up with a ribbon
that you can present to the press.
Fine. Thank you, Selma. Thank you.
Oh, dear...
And how are we going to conclusively link Kemal to Mesut's death?
We're not. Come on.
Cai Ze Lop is inside. Do you want to go in?
No.
Let's keep a watchful eye for now.
Well, Detective?
Where are you going?
I have a tickle in the back of my brain.
So, what are we doing here?
I got a statement from one of Mr Calak's staff.
He saw Cai Ze Lop's G-Wagon in front of his house last night.
Did Ikmen not tell you?
Of course he didn't.
BUZZER RINGS
Jahit.
WOMAN CHANTS
MEHMET: So who is this guy?
Cai Ze Lop?
He showed up on the radar a few years ago.
Supposedly the city's biggest drug trafficker now,
but you know how hard it is to make that stick.
Those are gun bags.
Yes, they are.
ENGINE STARTS
I think he's heading to the water.
Maybe he's going to dump the car. Destroy any forensics.
I don't like this.
Something's off.
We don't have a choice, my friend.
We can't lose that car.
What? Damn it!
TYRES SCREECH
Where did they go?
Ayse, we need to get out of here.
Shut up and let me think.
I'll take a look. You call for backup.
AYSE:
Suleyman!
PHONE VIBRATES
I thought we were friends, Detective.
After all, I did you a big favour last night with the Lebanese kid.
Did you also kill Mr Calak last night?
Strange question. Why do you ask?
One of your cars was ID'd in his compound.
I had him driven home.
He was unsettled after your superior had spoken to him.
Why were you watching Gozde Seren?
I do my best to know everything about everyone.
Yeah, evidently.
Relationships can be mutually beneficial.
I help Calak, he helps me.
If I help you...
No, that's not going to happen.
Poor strategy, Detective. This is not quid pro quo.
You give me the information, that's it.
End of transaction, we go home.
I like you, detective. You're brave.
Look, The night Godze died I am told that
she paid a visit to Sirkeci train station first.
My men lost her in the crowd,
but you might be interested to know why she went.
Perhaps we'll speak again one day.
You never know when a man with information can be useful to you.
Especially when those closest to you are concealing things.
What do you mean?
That's the end of the complimentary appetisers.
But, please, stop by the restaurant
when you're ready to pay for your meal, hmm?
HE HANGS UP PHONE
SHE SIGHS
Who was that?
Cai Ze Lop.
We need Tarik.
HE SNIGGERS
WATER RUNNING
I'm looking at the footage now.
Anything?
She's got to be there somewhere.
Nothing yet.
PHONE RINGING, CAT MEOWING
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Got her.
I'm sending something now.
What's she doing?
That's her escape bag.
So what happened to her?
The cemetery is near the water.
Let's get a diving team.
SHE WEEPS AND MUTTERS
MUSIC PLAYS
MUSIC STOPS
So you killed him?
And you threw the photo in the pool, make it look like Kemal did it.
SHE SUCKS TEETH
Selma won't want to lose face.
Well, I think we're all done here for the day.
Cool.
Hey. We did good.
All of us. Yeah.
CAR HORN HONKS
Mehmet.
Mehmet!
Dad.
I was in town on business and...
..I wondered, maybe we could have dinner?
I tried calling, but... Yeah.
Sorry, um, things are hectic.
Thank you for the basket.
I get it.
It's a new job. You're trying to get your foot in the door, right?
Mm.
God, I mean, I can't believe it's you, Mehmet.
HE CHUCKLES
How long has it been?
A long time.
You realise that wasn't...
I mean, please tell me you know that.
Your mother was a bit... Yeah, I know.
Look, I'm off to mosque.
I'm sorry you came all this way.
Another time? Yeah.
You go. I'll come back later.
These articles not ringing any bells?
Anything at all, Leyla?
Nothing.
I'm sorry.
I barely remember anything about being here.
Like, the city? Yeah, it's my city.
And all the summers here as a kid but...
..but this stuff, it's... it's gone.
You want to find out what happened to me, don't you?
I'm going to try.
I'm sorry I can't help.
Not yet.
Right. "Not yet."
SHE SIGHS
I wish I knew why I left London.
Me too.
No, nothing.
FOGHORN WAILS IN DISTANCE
HORN HONKS
You know anything about him?
Why do you ask?
After Leyla and I broke up, she lived here and I was in London,
I may have...
..engaged in a light bit of Instagram surveillance.
He used to like and comment on everything she posted.
And then after the hit-and-run, deleted his account.
Were they...
..together?
I liked him.
Ouch.
What can I say?
He liked my food. He used to bring me flowers.
But...
..you're right.
Now, nothing.
Jacob Crews.
Hey.
I'm a friend of Leyla Pamuk's.
Who?
Auntie Hulya will be sad you forgot her dolmades so easily.
Man, she talked about you a lot.
Is she still alive?
You broke her heart, you know? Yeah.
Well, I'm trying to make amends.
Of course. You want to find out what happened.
Well, you must think
I'm a coward.
Have you ever considered the idea that it was just an accident? No.
I don't think you have either. Or else you wouldn't have gone ghost.
What was Leyla investigating?
I don't know. Truly.
She didn't tell you anything?
I'm sorry, listen, we do good work here.
We help. I won't jeopardise that for anyone.
Not even Leyla.
You don't care about her at all. Of course I do.
I really don't know what you think you're going to achieve here,
all by yourself.
My conscience...is clear.
Kayra Khan?
What are you all doing? You're late.
What's going on?
Oh. Whoa, no.
Cahit confessed. Why are you looking at Lokman's interview?
Cahit is protecting Lokman.
You're actually out of your mind.
How could Cahit fake a message on Gozde's phone from Kemal?
Spyware. Guy was a controlling psychopath.
Yeah, Tarik did find spyware on Gozde's phone. But the problem is
there was a message sent from Kemal's phone as well.
Do you think it's plausible
that Cahit put spyware on Gozde and Kemal's phone?
So what do you think happened?
Cahit killed Mesur Calak because of the business dispute.
But it was Lokman who killed Gozde. We have been digging into him
chasing down some weird debit card transactions.
Here's his bank statement. Some strange purchases.
Cosmetics, hair products.
Cosmetics? OK, so, solid evidence, then? Jesus Christ.
You know what we do have? CCTV footage of Lokman
halfway across Istanbul at the time of the murder. I know.
Yeah, bring it up, then.
So... There we go.
Wait.
Unpause it.
Lockman's left-handed.
Whoever went to the hostel that night isn't.
So maybe Lokman faked that, too.
I'm going to analyse this right now.
Have you looked at these?
No, we just got those.
Lokman's making a bomb.
Uncuff him.
Kemal, Look at me. We are going to help you, I swear,
but right now I need to tell you something really important.
And you need to tell me everything
about your friendship with Lokman, OK? Yeah? Yeah.
Are you sure? I mean, I knew he was angry, but this?
No, I know, but right now you need to concentrate and you need to think
of anything that might help us find him. Anything.
Mrs Seren.
PHONE BUZZES
Yep. Kemal says he's the one that got Lokman into the dark web.
He knows his usernames, passwords, everything, he just needs a laptop.
Whatever he needs, do it.
OK, just log in. Mm-hm.
Whoa.
What is it?
Ayse. OK, boss, Lokman is into some really dark stuff, OK?
Kemal found a whole bunch of posts on misogynist incel forums.
He's posted, like, an anti-female manifesto,
says he's going to martyr himself for the male cause,
and he's rigged up a live stream so the whole world can watch.
Where is he? He's at the community centre.
Gozde's memorial. Let's go.
Welcome, everybody.
This week has been devastating. You're going to do great.
Gozde Seren was one of us.
Her death, her murder,
it highlights everything our action group
has said since day one.
MICROPHONE CUTS OFF
Um...can you hear me?
What are you doing?
I've come for the memorial.
Smile, everybody.
SCREAMING
Sit down! Sit back down!
Go back to your seats. Sit down!
I need to tell you about Gozde.
This is all my fault.
This way.
The main doors are locked. He hacked the system.
Ayse alerted SWAT. ETA ten minutes.
This makes me sick!
You're all worshipping this hypocrite,
wearing a scarf, pretending to be a respectful girl,
and then whoring herself behind her fiance's back!
You're all hypocrites. She wasn't one of you.
You're just using her death for your feminist, feminazi cause.
SHOUTING INSIDE
There is also a narrow space under the stage where we can access... No,
it's too dangerous, you might spook him.
PHONE BUZZES
It's going viral.
In a few seconds it'll be too late.
We are going in.
SWAT will bring a negotiator. He doesn't want to negotiate.
He's putting on a show. You're too emotionally invested.
Can you take my friend to that place under the stage?
This is... Detective. I need you to trust me.
Please go, go.
POUNDING ON DOOR
Inspector Cetin Ikmen.
I thought you wanted to debate a feminist?
Well, I volunteer.
Anyone comes in from behind you or you shoot me,
I let go, we all die.
OK, it's a deal.
So...what are we discussing?
The fact that there is more of us than there are of them.
So is that why you killed Gozde?
Revolution requires sacrifice.
I have to confess, I don't want to debate.
There.
I just want you to question,
if you go through with this, whether it'll work.
I mean, will you be able to inspire your brothers to rise up
against women when they find out
you didn't want to take any credits for what you had done?
In fact, you went to a lot of trouble
to ensure your friend Kemal did.
So, is this really
for the incel cause
or...jealousy
masquerading as martyrdom?
You don't get it. You're too old and too stupid.
You can't fathom the rage I'll unleash when I do this.
I'm sorry. Cicek! This is just stupid.
This isn't about Gozde. It's not... It's not even about women.
You just need attention. Why?
Your father.
Lokman, your father, you think your father never noticed you,
never loved you as he did your sister?
But let me tell you, your father would do anything for you.
I'm very sorry that your father made you feel that you don't matter.
Take it from me,
you are the only thing that does.
Lokman, that man would confess
to his own daughter's murder for you.
You just...don't...get it!
Of course, I can't...
How could I possibly comprehend what it is like to be you?
To grow up in this world that we've given you.
We are failures.
This is a damaged planet we're handing over to you.
When I look at you, any of you, all I see is hope.
So...
..we can fix this, really.
Come on, we can really fix this.
Cicek!
Watch the trigger, his finger pressed down.
Thank you, Kemal. Thank you.
Hi, Dad. Yeah, it's me.
You know, let's do something.
NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE
DOOR BUZZES
So...what's next?
I don't know.
Stay in Istanbul, I guess.
Not much for me here,
but there is nothing anywhere else.
I'm going to help you however I can.
But I'm going to need something from you.
You ever heard of Kayra Khan?
MUSIC: 21 / Queen by Elanur