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NEST OF HATE

THIS ISN'T THE WAY WE MUST GET TO THE SOURCE

It sat on the tray while I was busy with Ada.

I can pour you another one.

No, it's fine.

THE SAME TYPES ALWAYS WIN THE REST ARE INVISIBLE

Why did the police

ask about Sister Zeynep after all this time?

I mean, I've been thinking…

What if it wasn't an accident?

Honey.

You're overthinking things.

It's not good.

That policewoman.

Chief Inspector Önem.

Her gaze was so piercing, right?

Such a strong woman.

Do you know what "strong" really is?

I don't think so.

A woman who enters a man's world

betrays her own nature.

Would you admire a woman like that?

One can only pity her.

Learn how to serve hot tea first.

GRAVEYARD CELSUS'S SCALES OF JUSTICE

Where the hell is it?

-Somewhere around here, sir. -Where exactly?

I swear I left it here, sir.

Inspector!

It's here!

-Take him. -We've found it!

Move.

Move aside!

It's here.

-Get back! -Serdar!

-It could be a trap. -Get back. Get down!

Serdar!

-Inspector! -Sir, don't!

-What are you doing, Serdar? -Inspector!

He's calling! Come!

Record it!

-We should isolate the sound. -I'm turning on the camera.

Make do with this.

-Ready? -Don't show yourself!

Yes, ready!

-Ready! -Ready!

Quiet! We need to capture all the background noise!

Quiet, everyone!

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Serra!

Can you hear me?

Okay.

Look,

don't be scared.

We'll save you, okay?

Tell us what you want!

Serra, don't be scared!

We'll come get--

CALL ENDED

Fuck!

Help!

Somebody help!

I don't want it, jerk!

-I don't want it! -Drink up.

I'm not afraid of you, okay? Do whatever you like.

And I'm not scared of death.

There's no need to rush, sweet Serra.

None at all. See, you've spilled it all over.

Besides,

you better save that little courage of yours for later.

Because I won't be the one doing the killing.

So if there's a bomb, you'll jump right on it?

Huh? You'll beat guys up until you destroy yourself.

What do you want from me?

Nothing. I just want to understand. Are you trying to prove yourself?

A woman's life is at stake, and you think I'm trying to prove myself?

I don't want you to be a hero, son.

I want you to be okay.

Dad, I'm okay.

I have to go now because Serra is still alive.

The SIM card was bought with a fake ID.

The GPS is off. Nothing in the call log. I'm waiting on the cell tower data.

Anything on the footage?

We're isolating the background noise. We'll figure it out soon enough.

-How is our oddball doing? -Let's see.

Did it talk?

In principle, it did.

Dr. Edmond Locard.

Locard established the world's first modern forensic crime laboratory in 1910

in a small attic in Lyon, France.

There, he formulated the exchange principle.

Every contact leaves a trace.

Did it?

Prolonged contact in an enclosed space increases the chance of trace transfer.

Did it?

If a person had been inside this,

I would've found sweat, saliva, and epithelial debris.

-Did you? -Sadly no.

The suitcase is sterile.

So Serra wasn't in this suitcase.

They took Serra in the suitcase they had with them.

They left a different one behind, not to leave any trace.

And…

They saw us coming thanks to this camera they planted on it.

They're still playing games, these scumbags.

Locard is still right though.

Yes, there's no trace of Serra inside this suitcase,

but it's a personal item.

-It touched someone's life. -Meaning?

I found this strand of hair in the lining. I ran a quick DNA analysis.

That fifth DNA we found at the printing house

which wasn't in the database.

Could it be that Shadow from the printing house?

If it's his, then this suitcase is his.

And inside the suitcase,

he left a trace he forgot to clean.

A luggage tag.

Nice, you oddball.

Every contact leaves a trace.

According to the report,

Zeynep's car failed to take the turn and rolled off the cliff, Chief.

It's at least 40 meters down from here. The car was wrecked.

Zeynep's seat belt was fastened,

and in fact, they had to cut it to get her out.

So far, no problem, but normally in a crash this violent,

there should've been hematoma where the belt restrained the body.

The skin should've turned deep purple.

Look at the photos of Zeynep.

The line where the belt crossed looks clean.

There was no blood flow during the crash.

-She was already dead, right? -Yes.

So even though she was dead, the killer still buckled her seat belt.

Without it, she would've hit the wheel or gotten jerked to the side.

But the body had to stay upright.

It had to stay in place inside the car.

Otherwise, as the car was rolling over, she could've been thrown out of the car.

But the killer wanted her to be trapped inside the car and crushed.

The greater the trauma of the crash,

the easier it is to cover up the traces of murder.

Selin!

I cleaned up the background noise and removed the static.

-And? -Mostly normal sounds.

But there's something in the background I couldn't identify yet.

-Let me hear it. -Listen.

-Is it a heartbeat or something? -No. Something bigger.

Maybe a low-frequency machine like a generator or a fan.

There could be thousands of machines in that industrial zone making that sound.

We're staring into her eyes, yet we can't see where she is.

Berk.

We're staring right into her eyes.

The cornea. It's a perfect convex mirror.

2013, University of York, Jenkins and Kerr study.

By the reflection in the eye,

they identified the person taking the photo.

Brilliant. And because she's been crying, her eyes are wet.

Tears smooth out the surface and make it a perfect reflector.

There's only the phone light.

-And the tripod leg. -Wait.

That's it.

Look at that flashing red light.

Listen.

Aviation obstruction lighting.

A wind turbine.

The Marmara region.

Izmir.

There are thousands of wind turbines.

Which one?

WIND POWER PLANTS

We haven't touched anything since Zeynep was gone.

I can imagine. I understand how you feel. Really.

But if you remember anything at all about that night,

please share it with me.

It was our wedding anniversary.

We were going to have dinner together that night.

No way she would leave without telling us.

I understand.

Was there anyone who might've wanted to deliberately harm her?

My daughter never hurt anyone, Chief.

I'm sure of that.

Chief.

This box?

Any number on the bottom?

No, nothing, Chief.

Open it.

FOREVER. KEREM

It's from Kerem.

Whoever this is…

they are copying this box.

This is the original.

-Good day. -Thanks.

It's unreadable, sir.

Parts of the barcode are worn off.

The numbers underneath could work. Enter them manually.

Some of the digits are worn off too.

This could be a seven or a two.

All right, brother. Try seven.

If that doesn't work, try two. Help me out here.

SCAN BARCODE TK7285 - SUBMIT

It didn't work.

Try two.

Come on. My stomach is in knots here.

SCAN BARCODE TK2985 - SUBMIT

RETRIEVING TICKET INFORMATION… PLEASE WAIT

Here. TK 2985, Izmir-Istanbul flight. October 22nd.

Seat 4A. Business class.

-There's a hearing on Tuesday. -I know, son.

Mert.

No matter what happens, it's a matter of days.

It'll pass.

I… I'm not scared, Dad. Don't you worry.

Um, how are you?

You sound better. Stronger.

Thanks to you, champ.

You pulled me out of that darkness.

You brought me back to life.

Thank you, son.

I didn't do anything.

I just reminded you where you truly belong.

Dad.

Tell me, son.

I'm proud of you.

Don't forget that, okay?

Yes, Selin?

Chief, hi. We've noticed something in Serra's video.

There's a flashing red light.

We think it's aviation obstruction lighting.

In the background, in sync with the light, there's this sound.

A wind turbine.

Yes, Chief.

Serra could be somewhere close to a wind turbine.

And there are dozens of wind turbines in and around Izmir, Chief.

Okay, understood.

Thanks again. I appreciate it.

Mr. Hasan.

Yes, Serdar?

Chief, I've identified this Shadow.

Who is it?

Altan Yılmaz.

Mr. Altan. Right?

Yes. Welcome.

We're on our way there, Chief.

Okay, hang up.

Mr. Hasan, you go talk to Altan, but don't give away a thing.

We'll ask Kerem what this box is all about.

Understood.

We're here for you. Okay?

Hang in there.

-Chief. -Mr. Bora.

Mr. Kerem.

You know each other?

Yes. The officers stopped by our house earlier.

To speak with my wife, Şule.

They asked about Zeynep.

Zeynep?

Why?

It's just procedure, Mr. Kerem.

We need to clarify a few things.

Mr. Kerem, could I ask you a few quick questions?

This way.

Mr. Kerem is really shaken.

He's weak.

He's always been.

But he has a good heart. He's a good kid.

Good thing he has you.

Mr. Kerem, do you remember this box?

We found it at Zeynep's.

Of course I remember it.

I prepared it with my own hands.

I still remember the note inside.

These Kahramans… What do you make of them?

I mean…

First Zeynep, and now Meltem…

You think this could be a family feud or something?

Look, this isn't a family feud.

How can I put this?

A consequence.

It's a consequence.

I think…

both Zeynep and Meltem were

people who pushed boundaries.

Meltem is dead.

Why are we talking about Zeynep when her killer is out there?

Look, Mr. Kerem, these two cases could be connected.

There are inconsistencies in Zeynep's accident report.

Both women could have been killed by the same person

motivated by the same rage.

In fact,

this person might have targeted you.

Jealousy.

Excuse me?

Zeynep…

It was… a week or two before the accident.

A guy had been following her.

She said he was some frail guy.

But the thing is, he was jealous of that gift, that box.

He told Zeynep, "He doesn't deserve you."

Zeynep laughed it off, but…

But what, Mr. Kerem?

Zeynep told me something weird that day.

She said, "Be careful."

"This guy is jealous of both me and you."

Did she say anything about who he was? Did she give you a name?

No.

She just said he was some loser.

That he was harmless.

Thank you.

I understand.

Mr. Bora.

You two seem close.

Well, we've known each other for years.

Bless him, he never left me alone.

I see.

Both Zeynep and Meltem

played the part of a strong woman with a weak man like Kerem.

And they deserved what they got, huh?

The consequences, I mean.

If you play with fire, you get burned, Chief. Right?

Efes'in Son Sözü News.

Have you been communicating with the killer through notes?

Sorry, I didn't catch that.

I'm saying it's only logical, Chief. Isn't that true?

I won't keep you any longer, you know.

Thank you very much for your help.

Of course.

Gökçe.

Chief.

That pickup-like vehicle you spotted.

Check if Bora Gençoğulları

or any of his companies own a vehicle like that.

-Understood, Chief. -Be quick!

How are you, sir?

-Can I get you anything? -Thanks, Mr. Altan.

Honestly, we're working at full throttle to find Meltem's killer.

Any developments?

Actually, there are.

The investigation is pointing to someone we never suspected.

Who, sir?

Kerem Kahraman.

Kerem?

Sir, Kerem wouldn't hurt a fly. As far as we know, that is.

Well, people aren't always what they seem.

Do you know anyone who works for these Kahramans?

Someone you'd call shady?

Honestly, no, sir. Why do you ask?

Usually in powerful families like this, the top brass make a mistake,

and the ones at the bottom pay the price.

Get me a strong coffee, will you? I need to catch my breath.

MOMMY

-Mom? -Sude?

I just called to say I miss you, that's all.

I love you so much.

I love you so much too.

When are you coming back?

Were you able to find Serra?

Sadly, we haven't found her yet, honey,

but we're close.

Don't worry, okay?

Kisses.

-Serdar, welcome back. -Chief.

We've identified three possible locations based on the angle of the turbines.

-Berk and Selin are on their way. -Good.

Chief.

I found a pickup not registered to Bora but to Şule.

I knew it. Okay. Serdar, Gökçe, you two go to Şule's.

If Bora is there, be careful.

If he suspects we're onto him, Serra will be in danger. Understood?

Understood.

Mr. Hasan, I want you to coordinate with Selin and Berk, okay?

Understood, Chief.

Altan is leaving.

Leave Altan to me.

-Let's go. -Chief.

EPHESUS ANCIENT THEATER

Ms. Şule, good evening.

Sorry to bother you at this hour.

-Are you alone right now? -My daughter is asleep inside.

Why? What happened?

Is it just your daughter?

Your husband? Mr. Bora?

Do you know where he is?

I don't know. He went out.

He went out?

Ms. Şule, we've identified a vehicle registered to you.

A pickup truck, plate number 35 BRN 2811.

Where is it now?

It's…

Bora drives it.

For his trips to the mountains.

For hunting.

Ms. Şule, since the registration is in your name,

we're taking you to the station.

But it's very late.

You need to give a statement.

Um, Ms. Şule, let's get your daughter ready too.

Ms. Gökçe, why don't you help her out?

Sure, I'll accompany her. Let's go.

Come on.

Now stay calm.

No need to panic.

We're leaving calmly, okay?

Chief's phone is off.

-Do you know where Bora is? -I don't know.

But there's a stone house at the end of the old mining road.

-The third location. -Yes. Let's go.

Mr. Bora?

Chief?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

In the middle of nowhere in this weather at this hour?

Are you looking for someone?

She had her bag with her.

Here you go.

Please leave your bag, weapon, and phone. Come with me.

Or Serra dies.

Don't be afraid, and don't you ever leave here.

Damn it!

She was here, Inspector!

We're too late.

Chief, the stone house is empty.

He got away.

He took Serra.

Chief?

Inspector.

ENJOY YOUR MEAL 4:22 P.M.

YOU'RE A PATHETIC MAN YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO ME

Inspector?

LIVE STREAM IS STARTING

Is Serra okay?

Oh, she's perfectly fine.

Chief, is your life always like this?

I mean, always rushing around, stressing, and all.

I'm genuinely curious. Who pays the price for this devotion?

Is it Sude?

I mean, there's no one else waiting for you at home, is there?

That is none of your business.

You're right. I crossed the line.

Well, justice warriors are usually alone.

And you're alone too.

Inspector.

Chief's car remains stationary.

It's off the beaten path on the mountain.

That's not good.

It's Sude.

Sude, dear?

Serdar, is Mom with you?

She's not with me right now, but we'll be with her shortly.

What's wrong? Is there a problem?

Yes, there is.

I can't reach Mom, and she's not replying to my texts.

I checked her location on the app. Something is off.

Sude, stay calm.

What does it show?

Her phone remains in one fixed location, but her smartwatch…

It keeps moving, and it's kilometers away right now.

Why would she leave her phone behind?

Sude, it's Selin. Do you know your mom's cloud password?

-Yeah, I do. -Could you tell me?

S97455.

Sude, sweetheart, now listen to me.

Don't worry.

Nothing will happen to her.

Okay? We're heading to her right now.

Okay, dear?

Okay, Serdar. Please find her.

According to the smartwatch data, her current speed is 90 km/h.

She must be in another car.

And her pulse is very high. She's stressed.

Eight minutes ago, Crash Detection was activated.

Hasan?

What's going on?

I'll fill you in on the way.

Come on, let's go.

Not long now. History awaits us.

It took you ten years to make history? Huh, alpha male?

You could just grow a mustache?

Oh, right.

It took you a long time to find me.

Don't flatter yourself. The funding part took a little time, that's all.

Ta-da!

Yes.

And… we're live.

Let's see.

So, greetings, everyone.

Önem, say hello.

You're used to this.

She's being shy.

Now let's see…

-He's live streaming! -What's going on?

He's a goddamned psychopath!

Here's the modern woman.

She wanted to be strong and free.

Well, in that case,

let's give her the burden she asked for and see if she can bear it.

Hey!

Don't.

No, Önem. She's a strong woman.

She can determine her own fate.

Let's see how long she lasts.

You're sick.

-Hello, Serdar? -Yes, Hasan?

Altan turned himself in.

The scumbag claims he never thought Bora would go this far.

Got it, okay.

-Faster, Hasan. -I'm flooring it!

A little faster! Come on!

Look at that. She's about to be crushed.

It hasn't even been a minute.

Am I wrong, Chief?

Go on. Go save her.

Whoa!

Bravo!

Great.

Wonderful.

Chief Inspector Önem, the savior of women.

You trusted her, right, Serra?

She was supposed to save you.

But she's just as helpless.

So, Önem?

How much longer can you hold on? One minute? Two?

Sooner or later, that rope will slip, and Serra…

That's not going to happen. Mark my words.

-Is that so? -Mm-hmm, it is.

All right. Let's ease up on you a bit.

You're struggling too hard.

See?

Men put burdens, and women are crushed under them.

That's the order.

I'm the order.

You're sick!

No doubt you're sick!

For years, they've fed you the lie that you could do anything

and lulled you into this fairy tale of equality.

When you drop that stone, it won't just be Serra who dies.

The myth of the strong woman will turn to rubble too.

-What will you get out of this? -Good question.

Look, what happens here tonight will be imprinted on the minds of millions.

VIEWERS: 6.1K 45.2K FOLLOWERS - 5K LIKES

There's no way out of this for you!

I'm not trying to get out of this, Önem, and you know that.

Look, you'll think you've taken down a criminal,

but out there, thousands more will be born.

VIEWERS: 7.6K

Let go.

Let it fall. I'm not afraid.

Oh, how touching.

Well, you think with your emotions, not with logic.

That's why you'll lose.

You want me to let go, huh?

You want me to say, "It hurts," and let go? Well, you wish.

You know what that "weakness" is telling me right now?

"Don't let go."

"Don't let go, Önem."

"Die, but don't let go."

You understand me? Huh?

I understand.

Let's see what the comments say.

Yes…

"Let it fall, and let natural selection do its work." Makes sense.

"I bet she can't last two minutes." I'd say one minute.

They have more faith in you.

"The strong woman myth is busted."

Oh, Sude!

Sude!

"Mom, hang in there." Oh, poor baby.

"I'm right here, Mom. I'm not going anywhere."

Sude.

Can you hold on?

Can you hold on just a little longer?

Hold on, okay?

My soul

A disembodied scream in the sky

Fear

The voice you hear in the shadows

Is my name

A lament was born last night

In a time as short as my skirt

My rebellion grew so vast within me

That I left my body behind

I passed on to the afterlife

Subtitle translation by: Ece Nihal Karluk