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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!

Izzet!

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