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Previously...

An evidence from İzmit Police came to us.

A tongue that belongs to nobody.

The first victim, Mustafa Diri. A transsexual sex worker.

Her tongue has been cut before murdering her.

The second victim, Nusret Işık. Found in the Haliç Dock.

The lost tounge of Mustafa Diri was in his mouth.

We're looking for an old book.

A serial novel "Rainbow" by Faik Ahlat Karaca.

All of those magazines are taken.

-Isn't there another copy? -No, there is only one.

In general, Karaca's works are about sufism movements...

...that considered heretic in Ottoman.

I want to know what this means, and everything about this.

It's the first letter of Greek, Hebrew and Egyptian alphabet.

To ancient Egyptians it's the symbol of "Ra".

To Cabbala it's "the breath of God".

And to sufism it means "the beginning".

When did they bring it back?

I don't know, Zeki found it in the return shift this morning.

Did he see who returned it?

Moussa Moseiv. Nigeria, 1986.

Taken into custody two times for migrant smuggling...

...but they couldn't find anything.

Hey!

Dr. Erkan Tekilmez. Dr. Gürhan Berker.

Please go to the orthopedics and traumatology, immediately.

Oh!

When the nurse said, "Two policeman are waiting for you."

I thought it was you.

Long time no see. How are you?

Well, it's been too long since you gut the big wolf.

Yes. But you're fine, right?

My breath isn't enough to chase people...

...but thank God, they sent me someone for the running part.

-Dr. Kinyas. -Kemal.

Nice to meet you, Kemal.

I've been working without a break since morning.

Today was something.

You didn't wait long, did you? -No, they pay us to wait.

So, what do we have?

Well, my brother Settar, when the patient arrived here...

...his Glaskow coma score was three.

Anisocoria on his pupils, hemiparesis on lower extremities...

Of course, we immediately intubated the patient.

We began to vasopressor infusion...

...so we got the hemodynamic stability...

...and the hypoxia under control.

And we managed to stop...

...the cerebral perfusion pressure to go below critical level.

That means we make the patient sleep to preserve the brain.

The patient is sleeping.

So, when would the guy get up, Doc?

I tell a different story everytime, but...

...the question never changes, everyone asks the same question.

"When would the patient get up?"

Well, I'm not going to lie, I don't know either.

We did everything we could.

We keep stabilizing the patient...

...and wait for him to regain consciousness.

We have no other choice.

You mean, God is great, but we're not.

Exactly.

Though, recently, they expanded us too.

They built new floors there, but...

...we're... -We're still the same.

Yes, we are.

Okay, we're waiting for your good news.

Oh, I almost forgot...

They say this year there would be many woodcock.

Really?

Come by sometime, I'll teach you some moves.

We'll see.

Have a good one.

-Thank you. -Sure.

Yes?

Hello.

Yes?

Ziggurat Publishing+

We want to publish a book.

Sure, let's see. What's the genre?

Genre?

What's its genre?

Literature, review, history?

A normal novel.

-And you? -He's the writer of the book.

I'm he's agent.

Okay, leave here a copy if you have one...

...our editors will get you back on this after they read.

And please, leave your contact info...

When would it be?

Sorry?

I mean, when the editors would read it?

Sorry, we can't give you an exact time frame, sir.

In a few months. -Oh!

A few months... No.

Couldn't they read sooner?

-Sooner? -We have some urgency.

We have to publish this book by the weekend.

I'm sorry.

It's impossible for us to get you back in such short time.

Man, this guy just makes fun of us.

Book on one hand, notebook on the other...

We're like clowns.

What is it British? You flushed it. And you just went mute again.

What is it about?

Musa does nothing have to do with anything.

You started with that foretelling again.

We're not even one step ahead from where we started.

We're wasting time.

The guy saw Nusret Işık three times before he died...

...brought back magazines that are lost for 35 years...

...and you say he doesn't have to do with anything?

Does it look like a poor immigrant...

...that sells watches and wallets did this?

-No, but you're rushing things. -Rushing things?

We've found two bodies in two days.

A maniac who draws signs on walls...

...gives us one week to print a book that nobody knows about...

...we have four days left, and you're saying that I'm rushing.

Sometimes...

-Enjoy, Captain. -Thank you, chief.

Are you really curious?

What's this novel about?

I'm too old to be curious, British.

The book's about, a group of dervish...

...on a 17th century Mevlevi dervish lodge...

...that are accused of heresy.

What kind of heresy?

Because they were refusing general Islamic practices.

Because they weren't fasting, and perform salah.

Do you remember what her brother told us about Mustafa Diri?

That she was saying heretic things about the Quran.

This book might be enlightening...

...about what's common on those victims.

The killer wants us to understand that probably.

As far as we know, Nusret Işık doesn't have any heretic thoughts.

Yes, but on Nusret Işık's novels, there is always a sufism theme.

Go ahead.

Man, are we the fire brigade?

We can't go everywhere they call us.

Tell him to come to the station and tell us.

Stop it, just give me the address.

Address, man, address.

What alley?

Okay, okay.

Mrs. Neyyire the wife of Mr. Nusret, invites us to tea time.

Let's go.

-Thank you, chief. -Thank you, Captain.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Captain Settar. My partner Kemal.

I wanted to meet with Mr. Cemil but...

Mr. Cemil is on leave. We're in charge of the case.

Okay, please.

-You called the station? -Yes.

When I see the newspaper...

It was 40th day memorial for my friend's mother. At Kandilli.

When I'm coming back... I thought, Nusret likes halvah...

...he must be at Göksu, I should bring him some.

We went with Mr. Rıza.

Rain started to pour down after Hisar.

Mr. Rıza said, he can just go there.

When he was getting out of the car I saw.

-What? -The man.

-What man? -The black one on the newspaper.

When he was running under the rain, files just fell down.

Then when he was trying to gather them we come eye to eye.

Was that him?

Are you sure?

Yes, there was no one else on that pier.

Why did you went to the marina to see your husband?

He's always on the boat on Fridays.

-What boat? -He bought it 4-5 years ago.

There is nothing about it on the file.

Why didn't you tell us before?

-I mean, I didn't... -Where is this boat?

Göksu, it's at the pier.

Mrs. Neyyire?

Is this miniature authentic? -I think so.

Nusret liked miniatures.

Kemal, come on.

Deal with art some other time, come on.

-Do you know the painter? -No.

Do you remember where he got it from?

I don't know. Must be from an auction...

...or from the end year exhibition of the society.

Society.

Circulation of World Science and Knowledge Soceity.

Every year, they make an exhibition for modern miniature painters.

-Was Mr. Nusret a member? -Yes.

He was on board for some time.

Okay, thank you.

What's this miniature enthusiasm?

There are lots of miniatures...

...on the magazine that Faik Ahlat Karaca's novel was published.

So?

It's the same miniature on the first issue was on the wall.

Hello, Billur?

There is a Circulation of World Science and Knowledge Soceity.

I want to know everything about it.

And make a list of every painter that's on their yearly exhibitions.

Okay, thank you.

Give me a hand.

Filiz, Filiz!

Dispatch here.

We're at Göksu, marina. Send a routine crime scene investigation.

Roger that, sir.

Hey! Get out of here! Go home, come on!

Idiot.

Kemal?

Are you okay?

I slipped.

Yes, Mahmut.

If your informers aren't working, ask me, I'll tell you everyting.

-What did you find on that boat? -Nothing.

Settar, look. If I learn something later, I'll be pissed.

We found nothing, Mahmut. The kids are still looking.

Fine then. The man is dead.

His wife is almost going to give birth.

Don't make her sad. -Don't worry.

We won't give any harm to Nusret Işık's memory.

Who is this eggplant?

We don't know.

-Is he out of the coma yet? -They make him sleep.

Where are you on the book thing?

We're still on it.

Would you look at that.

By the writer F.A.K...

...the novel "Rainbow".

And the son of a bitch threatens us, see?

Where did that dickhead came from?

Settar, you didn't tell to publishers anything, right?

Careful, keep your mouths shut.

How do we suppose to publish the book...

...in three days without telling them anything?

Huh?

Everyone's book is waiting there for months.

Don't, Settar.

If this gets out to the press...

...I swear, we would just be in a really deep shit.

What if they say "The killer plays with the police force?"

Okay, then have one of the dick big shots...

...that calling you day and night call the publisher.

And admonish them to keep it a secret, huh?

-How many days we have? -Three.

Settar.

I can't involve my supreriors.

Come on, just please, Settar.

Is there anything else, Mahmut?

Settar?

This came today.

New promotion document.

Fucking shithead.

Whomever I have a beef with, just becomes someone.

I wish I kicked his ass.

You'll apologize, kiss and make up, Settar.

If we're gonna kiss and make up, tell him to kiss my hand.

Man, didn't you read it?

He's going to be chief prosecutor.

How are we going to sit and talk to him?

Mahmut...

...everybody has their own problems now.

This is your problem. I'm not the one after an office.

Settar.

This is no joke.

He's going to fuck... -Let him fuck us.

Let him fuck us. If he can do it, let him come and fuck us.

This is going to be as I say, Settar...

Or... -Or what? What are you gonna do?

Will you give the case to your informers?

Do what you can.

What?

Within the scope of the investigation...

...according to Police discipline regulations...

...clause eigth, section ten...

...for destroying evidence of a crime...

...or deliberately causing them to be destroyed...

...or keeping them from superior officers...

...registration number 17794, Kemal Tekin...

I knew you won't turn me down, Settar.

Every finger print found on the boat belongs to Nusret Işık.

Blood and saliva tests are negative.

And we found a computer belongs to Nusret Işık. IT is on it now.

Have you checked the CCTV on the perimeter?

Only the fish restaurant has two cameras, Lieutenant.

But the restaurant was closed due to the alterations for all winter.

And cameras are not working.

Were you able to determine the last moment...

...Nusret Işık was seen before disappearing.

He leaves home Friday 9:12 A.M.

At 9:38, cameras pick up his car at Göksu traffic lights.

After that, nothing unfortunately.

What about "R. Gö."?

We've found 316,676 records on that, sir.

We eliminated a big deal. We're down to 142,814 now.

Why did you laugh, Cihangir?

-He said 142 thousand, sir. -So?

I just laughed.

I want to see their writings, every one of them, got it?

Yes, sir.

Shall we make it alphabetic, sir?

Cihangir...

...all of their names starts with "R"...

...and last names starts with "Gö", man.

-Yes, they are, sir, I thougth... -Cihangir!

Don't make me mad, man.

Yes, sir.

Do we have a copy of that novel?

There must be on Billur's table, sir.

Man, go and get it!

Where is she?

To research the symbol on the wall...

Oh man!

We're going to God's abandoned places under rain or snow...

...but these assholes making alphabetic orders...

...or telling fortune.

Man, just get a hold of yourselves.

Do your job right. Or you'll see what's coming!

Call and tell her to come here!

You'll do first what I told you to do!

You'll learn who's that dickhead!

Got it? -Yes, sir.

Let me know.

What about the report?

The report of the recording?

Lieutenant, it must be out this morning...

...I forgot when Captain called. I'm checking right away.

I'll go and get it myself. Where is it?

IT Department, Lieutenant. Left on the hall.

Lieutenant?

You're looking for me, I guess? Ahmet called me. Come in.

I'm a Bulgarian immigrant, Lieutenant.

My father learns about mandatory migration at midnight.

And my mother starts packing everything in the house.

Then we go to the train station. Police has big dogs.

And then they open every baggage.

Gold, jewelery, they take everything.

They open my dad's baggage...

Who?

Jirkov. Of course, the police just puzzled. Didn't know what to say.

And my dad starts telling: "I'm a school principal."

"You're chasing us away because of our nationality."

"Just let me take a memory of the comrade."

Turns out, my dad took the portrait...

...and hide everything my mother saved...

...all those golds behind it, and smuggle to the motherland.

Mom found it when we were moving last year.

I thought, I must cherish the memory of it.

So, I put it on the wall.

Can I see the report?

Of course.

I was astonished too when I realized it, Lieutenant.

Can we listen to it?

Congratulations for paying the poor Mustafa Diri...

...the kind of attention you paid Nusret Işık.

The sound comes from the background of the main recording, very deep.

It took a lot of effort, but when I cleaned the main frequency...

Spanish. I have a translator's approval.

What does it say?

"It's gonna hit."

The translator couldn't understand the last sentence. But I think...

...it's coming from something like a phone or a walkie talkie.

Are you selling on account, chief?

Wow, Settar, welcome!

-Congrats on your new job. -Thank you.

What does a retired policeman?

Smart ones becomes a pimp...

...but the ones likes us becomes a tavern owner.

Sit down, come on. I'm coming right away.

Settar, I'll give it to you.

You're resisting against those assholes.

But I'm glad you came. We didn't see each other for a long time.

The last time was on the funeral...

When...

...when they got lost with Tayfun on Erdek retreat...

I still remember as it was yesterday.

How long ago was it?

-It'll be two years on Hıdırellez. -Oh?

May God rest her soul.

-Thank you, boy. -Enjoy.

-How about your son? -Tayfun?

He's fine, thank God. He's fine.

He's married last year. -Really?

Yeah, we're waiting our grandchild now. Should be bornin spring.

Good.

I need your help, Osman.

What is it, Settar?

You had an Albanian partner in the Perpa operation, Süleyman.

Just forget it, don't talk about that prick.

What did he do after retiring?

I don't know.

Settar, you know well, I had a hard time during that investigation.

I couldn't make them believe.

They thought I was helping that prick. They didn't believe to me.

They kept fucking me until I'm out of the force.

Wait, wait. I'm not here to upset you.

Fine, okay. Why are you here? Tel me.

I have to publish this file immediately...

...from one of the top three publishers.

Cem, Ekin, Ziggurat.

I went all of three them.

They didn't like it?

Cem isn't publishing new writers. Other two didn't read it yet.

On your operation, Ziggurat Publishing...

...and the illegal printing press seems to be working together, right?

It was.

With Süleyman.

But what are you going to do with that asshole?

I want to give them a chance to read it right away and like it very much.

Your Süleyman can help me.

But publishers aren't doing any illegal work anymore.

It wasn't worth a dime back then, and now...

...I heard they're printing English schoolbooks and such.

Where can I find that dick? Do you have his address?

No, I don't.

I didn't see him after I'm out of the force.

And if I know his address, I'd go and kick his ass.

Yes, Billur?

But how?

-How did it happen? -A courier, brought it, sir.

You didn't show it to anybody else, right?

No, sir.

Okay, Cihangir. Just get used it.

Open it, Ahmet.

Son of a bitch.

And this was in it too, sir.

I didn't wait for the time to end.

Because I'm sure you can't publish the book.

No publisher would accept that.

Eyes will be blind, ears will be deaf...

...to the call of the truth.

Nobody would want to know...

...the story of the mortars who doesn't believe in heaven.

Souls of those mortars, blended in God.

But sinner souls will travel across bodies.

Don't worry, the likes of Nusret Işık...

...and Mustafa Diri, will be reincarnate in new bodies.

Don't worry...

...the evil will be forever.