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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

[suspenseful upbeat music playing]

[dogs barking, howling]

[panting]

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[shutter clangs]

[groans]

Who are you?

-I'm the dark face of this city. -You're what?

-Don't you have a name? -Shadow.

What kind of a name is Shadow? The name your parents gave you on your ID.

Don't have one.

My name's Shadow.

You have a problem with that?

Oh, no problem.

That's no problem at all.

[Shadow] Then stop asking questions, so I can ask you mine.

Sure, whatever you want.

-Where are the fucking photos? -I don't have any photos.

The ones that belong to Servet?

I don't know.

The ones that show the weapons being unloaded from the ship?

I don't know what you're talking about, really I don't.

-I don't know about any weapons. -Hmm.

I'm just a simple rice seller, you understand what I'm saying?

So why did you run, then?

I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I thought you were some kind of junkie.

I was scared, so I ran as a reflex.

A reflex?

Yeah, a reflex.

-[dog barking in distance] -[cocks]

-[gunshot fires] -[screams] Ah!

[Shadow] Hmm.

Sorry, that was a reflex as well.

-[moaning in pain] -You hear how stupid that sounds?

Now I'm sweaty for no reason.

Go home.

[Shadow] "Reflex" my ass.

[suspenseful upbeat music continues]

[music fades]

[door shuts]

[recorded phone line ringing]

-[man] Hello? -[Shadow] Anything new?

[man] Of course, Shadow. What did you expect?

[Shadow] You better not lie to me.

[man] What? Think I'm stupid enough to wanna be on your bad side?

[Shadow] All right.

Did you confirm that it belongs to the people in the photo?

[man] Yes, I did.

I know someone who works at the Civil Registry.

Wasn't easy, but we found him.

[Shadow] Good. Come to my place tonight.

[man] Uh-huh, you've got the money, right?

[Shadow] It's taken care of. Bring me the file.

[man] Okay, boss. I'll see you tonight.

[doorbell chiming]

-[Shadow] Oh, it's you. -Yes, who else would it be?

Sure, why don't you come on in. Make yourself comfortable.

-[man] Don't you ever buy groceries? -[door slams]

You brought the whole team, huh?

Of course I did. We're in a bit of a crisis.

-Tell me, where are the photographs? -Oh, yeah.

There aren't any photographs out there. Somebody lied to you for money, again.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

What does this look like to you, then?

[suspenseful music plays]

You look overweight.

How did you get them?

Özlem paid that man.

And then, we paid the man's hospital bill

because you shot him in the leg.

So he didn't sell rice?

Shadow, you can't just shoot people.

[footsteps approaching]

Listen,

you're my secret hand, okay. The keyword is "secret."

If something is bothering you,

say so.

We'll fix it.

Fine. Find them. Do it.

[sighs deeply]

We've looked for them for years,

but no one has any idea who these people are!

Let these people go, for fuck's sake!

"Those people" are my family.

This photo is the only thing I have from them.

Not a memory, not a sound, not a smell.

This photo is everything.

Shadow, you're my family.

This here.

I'm your family.

[footsteps approaching]

[hollow male voice] Hello.

[hyperventilating]

Are you lost, my friend?

Hmm. Come with me.

Family is more than just a blood relationship.

I've given you more than any father could ever give you.

You have everything you want.

What more could you possibly need to be happy?

A name.

Did you lose your ID again?

I didn't mean it like that.

I'm tired of all the false identities.

I use these names that don't even belong to me.

I live a fake life.

I can't sleep because I have nightmares.

I just want my real name.

And,

yeah,

I lost my ID again.

[sighs, clears throat]

Okay.

Stop drinking this shit.

We will find them.

I promise you that.

But first,

go shower. Hmm?

Then go get a new ID.

I need you with me today.

Is it for the opening of the orphanage?

-Oh, no. That's not today. -Then when?

Very soon.

We're still in the process of renovating it.

You won't believe how nice it's turned out.

We'll give the orphans the loving home

you always dreamed of when you were a child.

[Shadow] Hmm.

What's the job?

His name is Mümtaz. He's in the construction business,

and he wants to meet me.

-Where? -At his office.

But you don't go to people.

I'm curious to hear what he has to say.

Get ready. I'll send you details.

If anything goes wrong…

I'll deal with it.

That's my boy.

Listen to me.

I have faith.

You protect us.

That's real family.

[footsteps receding]

-[exhales] -[door opens, shuts]

[woman] How'd it go?

Good. He made a mistake, and he knows not to do it again.

[woman] Mr. Nadir,

I know this isn't the best time,

but, as your attorney, I think you should really listen to me.

You need to fire this man.

You're right, Özlem.

It's not the time.

[suspenseful music playing]

[car engine starts in distance]

ID CARD ZEKİ MÜREN

[Shadow laughs]

Zeki Müren? For real?

Why? You don't like it?

Do I look like a famous musician?

Not at all, but you could share the name.

I've made so many of these for you, I'm running out of aliases.

-I have a little surprise. -What is it?

-[ominous music plays] -[İsmet] This old photo of yours?

I found somebody who knows something about the people in it.

What?

Who?

Tell me.

Okay. Relax, I'll tell you.

There's this guy.

He didn't give me details, but he's willing to talk with you.

Well, let me be upfront here.

This name is gonna cost you quite a bit.

I've put a lot of effort into it.

Who is he?

[suspenseful upbeat music playing]

[engine revs]

GRILLED FISH SANDWICH

[music fades]

[Shadow] Adem Yılmaz?

That's me.

This photograph, what do you know about it?

I compiled a file about this gentleman, understand?

-[Shadow] Mm-hmm. -It's all yours if you want it.

Of course, it's going to cost you.

I'll make sure you get paid, but first I need to know if it's the real deal.

Well, okay.

-[zipper unzips] -[exhales]

[Adem] That's you, am I correct?

Hmm. How much?

No. I don't want your money.

What, then?

Servet.

[chuckles]

I know that you work for him, okay?

Look, the relationship between me and Servet is complicated.

How should I put it?

We're like father and son.

Servet raised me. He's family.

He took under his wing and guided me when I had nobody else.

And now you do all his dirty work.

Can't you see the man's using you?

Look, I'm digging,

and if I find any evidence that he's hiding weapons

in that orphanage he's been building, he's done.

So you're telling me he's hiding the weapons in the orphanage?

[scoffs] Oh man.

You two really are just like father and son, aren't you?

No.

No, Servet wouldn't lie to me.

-You think so? -Mm-hmm.

[Adem] Then he should tell you what happened to your father.

-But this is... -Yes.

Servet and your father, together.

He never told you that they knew each other.

That's my offer.

Think about it.

Just one piece of evidence.

You'll get it.

[man] Two hundred billion cells are regenerated

in the human body every day.

It's crazy!

Two hundred billion!

Do you know what would happen if those cells didn't regenerate?

Our organs would shut down.

Our immune system weakens.

Our wounds would take much longer to heal,

and you'd age much faster.

Basically, we'd all rot away.

But if they're being replaced,

hmm, why do we need to age at all?

There, now, that's the real mystery.

All I can think is that those bastards stop regenerating after a while.

Point is, this whole cycle got me thinking.

If the cells in the human body need to regularly regenerate,

then a city's buildings need to regenerate as well.

-Just a thought. -Hmm.

But it looks like you've already done that.

Somewhat.

There's a lot more to do.

Everything gets old. [chuckles]

Look, I didn't call to bother you with this stuff.

-Another drink? -No, no. Still working on the first one.

[inhales]

I want them.

-Sorry, what? -Servet, don't play stupid.

Let's not waste each other's time.

This weapons thing is completely out of your league.

[clears throat]

[inhales deeply]

Listen to me, Mümtaz.

I have risked

my entire career to make this deal.

I won't give them up so easily.

Of course, we'd cover your expenses, but not a penny more. [chuckles]

All right.

[sighs deeply]

Okay, give me some time to think about it and then I'll...

Servet, you misunderstood me.

There's no offer here.

You're giving them to me.

You'll give me the weapons or I'm gonna have to...

-[gun cocks] -[suspenseful music playing]

[clicks tongue] I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you.

Who's this?

Your worst nightmare.

You're late. [exhales]

I was stuck in traffic.

[exhales] A bit of advice.

Don't ever threaten me again.

Hmm?

Like you said,

everything gets old.

Threaten Servet again, and I'm gonna be the last face you see.

You got that?

Oh, and the guards are worthless if you don't lock the door.

That's just common sense.

[Servet] Seventy-year-old whiskey.

I was saving it, but I think we deserve it today.

[Shadow breathes deeply]

-[liquid pouring] -[glass clinks]

Dramatic,

-but I had faith in you. -[glasses clink]

You always do.

[exhales] You okay?

Yeah. I am, I am.

Oh, I was wondering, where are the weapons?

Why do you ask?

Maybe Mümtaz can find them.

Don't you worry about that.

He'll never find the weapons.

Besides, Mümtaz is part of a...

a dying breed.

We are one step closer to our dreams, my boy.

[man yelling] Servet, give me two more days. Please, Servet!

I'm begging you, please! Just two days. Servet! Servet...

-[man screams, coughs] Ah! -[Servet] Mm.

[man coughing, yelling] No, no, please, please, please! Don't...

Don't you look smart.

-[punches whoosh, thud] -[man yelling] Please don't hit me!

[Servet groans]

[man] Don't hit me, please! I'm begging you!

-[Servet sighs] -[man screaming]

Sometimes you need to be tough on people

to get what you want, okay?

Or

they will

crush you.

These same people,

they created a system,

and they want you to play by their rules.

But we,

we will break their system.

To do that,

sometimes, you have to make tough decisions.

Mm!

You look smart.

-Want another? -Sure.

-[groans] -[liquid pouring]

[groans softly]

I think I found my family.

What?

Really? How could that be possible?

I don't know. This man says he has photos.

No way.

He's lying. [laughing nervously]

He... He found them before I did?

No way. Look, this guy's just a scumbag trying to get your money.

Sure, he could be,

but it's worth a try, right?

-[whispering] Nice, very nice. -[glass thuds]

I'm out. Good night.

[door opens]

[shuts]

[ominous music playing]

[breathing heavily]

Stain, go to Shadow's apartment.

Track who comes and goes.

He... He's found someone who knows about his family.

You stop them! No one gets inside that house.

[breathing heavily] Oh… You understand?

Kill that man!

Just like the others.

If...

If Shadow learns the truth about…

If he finds out…

kill him, too.

[ominous music intensifies]

[door opens, shuts]

[door lock clicks]

AUDIO RECORDER

[Servet] Stain, go to Shadow's apartment.

Track who comes and goes.

He...

He's found someone who knows about his family.

You stop them!

No one gets inside that house.

You understand?

Kill that man!

Just like the others.

If... If Shadow learns the truth about…

If he finds out…

kill him, too.

[ominous music continues]

[car engine revving]

I brought Mr. Nadir's car.

Why would Mr. Nadir want his car at this hour? Isn't it pretty late?

He usually wants this car at night,

to show off while he's out and about, you know.

This is a really nice car.

-Oh, are you into cars? -Let's say I've got a passing interest.

But I've never driven anything as nice as this one.

-You wanna to take her out for a ride? -Oh, I couldn't do that.

Come on, get in.

Get in.

It's being wasted on someone who doesn't know a damn thing about cars.

-Get in. Go on. I'll keep watch. -If you insist.

[engine turns over]

[suspenseful upbeat music playing]

FLOOR PLAN

[whistles]

[cocks]

[whispering] Well, well, well.

-[streets buzzing] -[Turkish flute playing]

[siren wailing]

ADİL THE TAILOR - INEXPENSIVE PIECES

-[lock clicks] -[Turkish flute continues]

[Turkish flute continues]

[man grunts] May God rest his soul.

Adil was a wonderful man.

[music fades]

-Hello. -Good morning to you.

Hello. Hey, Mukhtar, look here. Is that Mesut? Huh?

[Mukhtar] That animal must've smelled money.

Mesut!

CLOSED

What are you doing?

It can't be anything good if you're sniffing around here.

Why would you say that, Mukhtar?

Halit is dead.

Huh?

Adil, Adil! Yeah, he died. You should've helped us carry the coffin.

-[Mukhtar growls] -I was, but something came up.

What's happening to the shop, then?

I'd be willing to take it.

Mesut, you've bought every shop in the neighborhood.

Don't you have enough?

[clicks tongue]

He may have an heir or something.

Where's this heir you're talking about. He had no one.

Here's my offer.

Give it to me. I'll forgive the neighborhood's debt.

I mean all the debt.

Okay?

Just think about it, Mukhtar.

Have a good day.

May he rest in peace.

Adil, or whatever.

That bastard is a vulture.

He's up to something.

[phone bleeps]

MR. SERVET: ANYONE AROUND?

NO

[chuckles] Good.

So this informant doesn't exist.

KEEP WAITING. WATCH THE DOOR.

OKAY.

Come on, how was the meeting? Aren't you gonna tell me how it went?

Let me pour us both a drink first,

to celebrate.

Hmm.

-Where's my whiskey? -I don't know.

[gasps]

The photographs!

The photos are gone.

[phone ringing, vibrating]

[Mukhtar's friend] My God! Look at this mess.

There's cloth and thread everywhere.

That's all there is.

[paper rustling]

Hey, Mukhtar, what do you think you're doing?

Going through the bills.

Everything is so disorganized.

Water bills, power bills, phone bills.

They all need to be sorted out and filed.

Listen to me, Mukhtar. The man is dead.

His files are closed.

What difference does it make if they're sorted and filed?

Daddy! Where've you been? I've been looking for you all morning.

Huh? What do you have there, sweetheart?

Well, I baked them in memory of Adil. They're already getting cold.

I'll take that. Mm, look!

-[daughter] What are you doing? -Putting his bills together.

Uh.

Why didn't he set up paperless billing?

There's no point to this, Dad.

Fine! I'll just put everything back!

Here! I made a mess. Are you happy now? There!

They're all a mess again, just like before.

Here. Ha! Are you happy now?

Here, and these, too.

-What... -[suspenseful music playing]

What are these?

Oh, they're letters.

Don't open the man's letters. That's rude.

He's dead, Mukhtar. Dead, dead!

He doesn't care anymore.

-[daughter] Looks like Adil wrote this. -Did he?

It says, "I miss you and our son so much."

Hmm, poor guy.

You.

You and our son…

We found them! We did it! Look at this picture!

It's Adil's family. We found them!

[Mukhtar's friend] Ah! Is that Adil's wife and son?

I think so.

Oh, my God.

Come on, let's go to this address.

We need to let his family know he passed away.

[upbeat Turkish music playing]

[screeching]

Hey, kid, move out of the way! You're gonna get yourself killed!

Tissues?

Do I look like I need tissues right now? Go on!

They just keep on tossing these kids on the street.

[engine turns over]

[dying down]

[sputtering]

Oh, come on!

[footsteps approaching]

[suspenseful music playing]

-Hello? -[Shadow] Open up.

-It's Shadow. Open up. -Why?

Just open up, or I'm gonna break down the door.

[chuckles] What's that?

I gotta protect myself.

[screams] Ah!

Protect?

Next time don't use a butter knife.

How did you find me?

Hmm, wasn't that difficult.

I asked the newspaper you work for.

I guess I may have used a tiny bit of force to get what I wanted.

[sighs deeply]

[exhales]

[thud]

And here's the evidence you wanted.

[exhales]

These are…

What, uh, changed your mind?

[groans] Don't go there, man.

-He used you, too, is that right? -I said don't go there.

So, why do you hate Servet?

I don't hate him.

I just don't think men like him should walk around freely.

Come on!

[Shadow] Hmm.

[sighs]

My father left when I was a little boy.

He owed a lot of money to Servet.

My mom thought he ran away,

but if you ask me, I think he may have killed my father.

I've been investigating

every unsolved murder and suicide for years.

I found nothing.

If I could...

If I just knew what happened,

that would be enough for me.

Well, I hope you find out what happened, one day.

Yeah, me too.

[inhales]

So,

you have something that belongs to me.

Yeah, I do.

Where did I put them?

[cupboard opens]

Right!

Here they are.

-[bullet shatters glass] -[dramatic upbeat music playing]

[gunshots firing]

[body thuds]

[panting]

[groans]

[Mukhtar] This is the place, yes it is.

[whispering] Oh shit! Who's that?

[dog barks in the distance]

[Mukhtar] Seems like a match.

Come on, Mukhtar, how would you even recognize him from that photo.

He's just a baby.

No, it's the same as the photo there.

Oh!

That's the same one.

-We found Adil's son! -Mm-hmm.

Okay. What do you guys want from me?

I am the mukhtar of the Güzelce neighborhood,

and this is my friend Turan.

We're here tonight to inform you that your farther has died.

I shouldn't have grinned when I said that, huh?

[Turan] Hmm.

I was trying to break it to you gently,

but I know I looked insensitive there. I'm sorry.

This must be a mistake.

No mistake. Your father's definitely dead.

We would have called you,

but Adil never mentioned you or your mother.

But there is the matter of the inheritance.

The what?

I think that piqued his interest. [laughs]

[groans] Inheritance.

Adil was the neighborhood's local tailor,

and he used to sleep in his shop, the poor guy.

That shop…

[keys jangle]

…now belongs to you.

Here.

-It's 50 square meters. -Yeah.

Fifty square meters?

[laughs softly]

[laughs hysterically]

Oh my, it looks like he's crying.

Of course he is.

You can't suppress those emotions.

We all break down eventually.

Let the man cry.

[breathing heavily]

You're both completely insane.

What's he talking about?

He's a nervous wreck.

What am I supposed to do with that tiny shit hole? Hmm?

I don't have time for this.

You should go now.

I have no desire to run a tailor shop. Go.

Go on.

-Come on, guys. -[Mukhtar] Hmm.

[keys jangle]

Take my card, in case you want to stop by the neighborhood.

Great. I'll be sure to call.

Go on.

Hmm.

[door opens]

We're both sorry for your loss.

[exhales]

You spend years searching for your father,

and just when you're on the verge of finding him,

a man you've never met before gets shot in the head.

Life is strange.

[ominous music playing]

[gasps]

Now that's...

[Shadow groans]

Servet.

Glad you're okay.

Tell me.

Were you going to hand these over?

[chuckles] Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

You are not thinking clearly.

You tried to sell me out because of what's in this file. Hmm.

Because I tried so hard to keep this file from you.

So, you knew.

Of course I knew.

-Why'd you hide it? -For your own good.

You think you want to know everything, but it's best if you don't.

You don't get to decide that.

How could you keep something like this from me?

I've been searching for my family my entire life, Servet.

[Servet sighs deeply]

I didn't want you to find them…

because they were your first murder.

[suspenseful music intensifies]

-[knife thwacking] -[boy screaming]

Murder?

-[boy screaming] -[knife thwacking]

I murdered them?

You did.

He was stabbed 12 times.

[gasps]

[Servet] Hello.

How could you have forgotten something like that?

I saved your life that night,

but you never appreciated that.

[sighs deeply]

[groans]

You were

like a son.

[grunts]

[phone vibrating]

Hello.

The weapons are missing?

Who the hell else knew

that they were being stored at the orphanage?

Did you ask the security guard what the man looked like?

-[suspenseful music playing] -[dog barking]

Handsome,

charismatic,

well-dressed. I´m pretty sure he´s all those things and more.

[sighs deeply] Where are the weapons?

What weapons, Servet?

The ones that you were hiding from me?

[sniffs]

-Here's the new deal, Servet... -There is no new deal!

[laughs softly]

[grunts]

Beat him until he talks, then

kill him.

[Shadow groans]

[gun cocks]

[door shuts]

[grunts]

Look…

[inhales]

…why don't we talk as professionals.

Here's a tip. You don't have to wear a bulletproof vest

if you don't get shot.

[grunts]

[groans]

I'll admit that's a strong jab.

Do you work out?

[paper rustling]

Listen, can I give you half of the money right now,

and I promise you we'll pay the rest next month?

[supplier] I can't give you supplies for free.

I know, but this is all I have at the moment,

and Mesut has been down my throat all week.

He's threatening to collect debts.

-Come on. Just this one time, please. -[supplier exhales]

[sighs] Thank you so much!

YENİCİ CAR WASH

-[knocking at door] -[door opens]

Oh, Mukhtar, welcome.

-Mesut. -Have a seat. You want some tea?

No, Mesut. No, I'll be quick. [exhales]

Mesut, Adil has no heir to the shop.

Well, he has, but he didn't want it.

It doesn't really matter.

Just, uh, bring the debt certificates

to my office tomorrow,

and the tailor shop is yours.

That's it, Mukhtar!

You did the right thing, you know?

Come on, let's celebrate. Have a glass of my best whiskey.

Where is it?

This is the best news!

Mukh!

Okay!

[grunts]

[chuckles softly]

[inhales]

Is that all you got?

I expected a lot more from you.

[grunts]

[groans]

That was good,

but it's gonna take more than punches to make me talk.

[groaning] My pain threshold is pretty high.

Whoa! [chuckles]

[groans] Is that a torture bag?

You're a psychopath, man.

[groans]

Let me tell you something,

something I just realized.

If you actually know how to use it,

you can defend yourself with a butter knife.

[screams]

[grunts, exhales]

I gotta be honest. I was going for the artery.

[groans angrily]

[dramatic music playing]

[groans]

[both grunting]

-[bone cracks] -[Stain screams] Ah!

[Shadow groaning]

[gunshots firing]

[dramatic music continues]

[dog howling in distance]

[panting]

[scraping]

[whispers] Oh, fuck!

Shit!

[wheezing]

Oh, shit!

[scraping]

[gasps]

-[music stops abruptly] -[dog barking in distance]

[breathing heavily]

[knife clicks]

[breathlessly] Hold on!

[exhales]

[chuckles]

[chuckles]

[groans]

Wha...

[grunts]

ADİL THE TAILOR

[music stops]

[limping footsteps approaching]

[dog barking in distance]

[melancholy music playing]

[groans in pain]

["Haberin Var mı" by Fikret Kızılok playing]

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