A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[tense rhythmic music playing]
[Fatma] While I was looking for Zafer everywhere,
Zafer disappeared with his son's bloodmoney.
Doesn't seem like Zafer's coming back. You should go back to your hometown.
I've been imagining it for a while. I keep dreaming about our village.
[Bayram] If that gun's discovered, then everything will lead to us.
Just fuckin' tell me where the gun is!
- Is he hiding somewhere? - Why would he do that?
- Go back where, huh? Which village? - Zafer's in your home village.
[panting] Zafer!
[tense music playing]
[birds singing]
[crow caws]
"WINDOW SIDE"
[clerk] She asked me if I could put her on one of those buses.
I said I couldn't do it.
Obviously, that guy beat her up again then left her on the side of the road.
She doesn't seem scared the guy could come back after her.
[sighs] It was hard to convince her to get in.
She's got no money either. She's too proud.
I had to force her into taking some cash.
[officer] We'll take her somewhere safe.
[clerk] You made a mistake, you know? Why did you let her go with him?
She's scared. Look at her.
She doesn't trust anyone. She doesn't have the guts to leave him.
The guy must be threatening her.
Look at her body language.
It's like she's screaming to the world, "I'm living in fear."
[dispatcher on radio] Fifty-four, one-seventy, dispatch.
Please advise.
Suspicious vehicle reported in your area, 54-170.
Abandoned vehicle reported on the forest road.
Blue-and-white pickup truck.
I repeat, abandoned vehicle on the forest road.
Blue-and-white pickup truck.
Three, four, Bravo, Kilo, Yankee, four, nine, five.
[suspenseful music playing]
[knocking on door]
[Mine sighs]
[Kadriye] What? This house is grieving.
Slow down. What is it?
I'm sorry for bothering you.
No, really, I'm sorry.
- I thought you were one of the neighbors. - I'm not.
Well... [grunts]
[sighs] Are you a lawyer, then?
I'm not.
I mean, they told me this was the address, so I...
Oh. You're the Realtor. Ah.
This is the place. The three-plus-one house.
Come in. I'll show you around. The yard is also mine.
- Wait, then. So this is your place? - Uh-huh.
I thought Fatma was actually the owner of the house.
[scoffs] Who told you Fatma owned the house?
There, that's where Fatma lives. But that's mine too.
[gentle music playing]
[Kadriye] I mean, don't get me wrong. Nothing illegal's going on here.
We're not making them pay rent. It's just temporary.
I mean, the buyer can either turn it into a coal bunker or even demolish it.
[sighs]
Her husband's ran away. Her son is gone. The poor girl has no one.
But don't worry too much about it, dear. She has a job.
She's a cleaning lady for that big mall downtown, you know?
I wouldn't sell it if it wasn't a...
Uh... Ah... Wait a minute. You didn't see the...
Uh, the house. How much do you think it...
[sighs] Figured it all out with just a quick look, huh?
[somber music playing]
[passengers chattering indistinctly]
[seagulls calling]
[motorcycle engine revs]
[crickets chirping]
[Fatma] Zafer?
Zafer?
[tense music builds]
[Fatma screams]
[gasps, breathing shakily]
[sighs]
[unzips purse]
[zips purse]
[Kadriye] Ah. Where the hell have you been all these days?
- I had things to do. - [Kadriye] What things, Fatma?
Boy, I must've dozed off last night. [sighs]
[panting] Oh, İsmail...
My blood sugar levels are probably through the roof.
I swear, I'm gonna pass out.
[grunts softly]
Here.
- This envelope's for you. Check it out. - Mm, no need.
I'm sure it's something about Oğuz's trial.
Just open it and see what it says, girl.
I said I don't want to, Kadriye. The case is closed. It's over now.
[Kadriye] Stop yelling.
It's my blood sugar pushing me over the edge. I swear.
Here, look. You see this?
Set it on three for me. Come on.
My hands and feet are numb. My mouth is like sandpaper.
- This is really horrible. I'm telling you. - I've got things to do. Do it yourself.
[Kadriye] What do you have to do? I'm serious. My hands and feet are numb.
Come on.
Here we go. Here we go. Oh, dear.
Come on.
[sniffles, grunts]
Inject it, right there.
[groans] What the hell are you up to, Fatma? Huh?
You're always out all day and night. What are you doing?
[gunshot echoes]
We're both alone, you know. We have to be ca...
[inhales sharply, groans]
Hey. Take it easy, okay?
[groans, sniffles]
Damn. This thing's gonna be the end of me. I'm tellin' ya.
It's like I'm about to join İsmail. Seriously.
[clicks tongue] Never mind.
Knock wood. [chuckles]
[sighs]
Fatma, we're both widows now, eh?
Zafer was in the village.
What? What are you talking about?
Someone from the neighboring village told me.
- I'm back here to get some money. - Oh. I don't have any money.
I have some.
I'm gonna go get a bus ticket now.
[Kadriye] Where did you get the money from?
[sighs]
All right, Fatma. [groans]
- But where's Zafer staying in the village? - I don't know.
I just found out where he is. I haven't talked to him yet.
- So you're gonna talk to him, right? - Of course I'll talk to him.
- What are you gonna say? - I'll make sure he tells me everything.
[takes a deep breath] I'm coming too.
- Where? - To the village.
Why?
[sighs] I don't want him to talk shit about İsmail.
- What are you talking about? Kadriye. - Okay?
Why the hell would you wanna go?
[somber music playing]
[Fatma sighs]
[officer] Where are the originals?
Man, come on. What kind of Xerox is this?
I mean, where the hell is this lady's photo, huh?
Look at this, man.
[manager] Sir, that's because some of the IDs are really old.
We take everyone's ID, and we register all of them correctly.
Everything's documented here. There's nothing illegal.
I'm not the mayor. You think I care about them being registered?
Who were the people on shift the day Ekber was killed?
Where's that list?
It's, uh, gotta be somewhere around here. Just one sec.
Ah. Here.
- [officer] Are these people here today? - They work in rotation.
- Anyone absent today? Anyone missing? - Just one.
Who?
Fatma Yılmaz.
REPUBLIC OF TURKEY ID CARD
Hello? This is Lieutenant Emrah.
Fatma Yılmaz.
- I'd like a window seat. - [agent] All right, ma'am.
- Numbers 23 and 24. - That's fine.
[keyboard clacking]
Um, you get this, and I'll pay you back later.
Wait a minute. Did you win the lottery or something?
What's going on with you and Zafer?
Kadriye, what the hell are you going on about? Oh, my goodness.
Here you go.
- [agent] This is for two, right? - Yeah, two.
[zips purse]
[agent] Here you go.
- Is the seat by the window? - [agent] Yes.
I'll take the window seat.
I have diabetes, Fatma. I feel smothered in the aisle.
And where did you get that much money?
- [agent] I need your ID as well. - Uh, hold on. [sighs]
Here.
You think it makes sense to catch a bus with all that money?
Listen to me. We're two women on the road.
There are thieves out there and thugs.
[bangs counter] You are out of your mind.
What do you want me to do? Leave it home?
[Kadriye] Uh-huh. You could hide it somewhere in the house.
I'm not gonna go back there.
[gasps] You and Zafer are up to something.
I'm sure you are.
Look at me.
For months, we let you live at our house.
But you... You two want to abandon me somewhere, right?
- [agent] Here you go. This is your ticket. - Thank you. Here.
Where on earth can we go, Kadriye?
Who could get rid of you anyway?
You gotta be kidding me, right? Where are you going? The bus is over here.
I'm going to the restroom to pee. You wanna come with me too?
Go ahead.
- I'm gonna go check out our seats. - Okay. Then go.
Okay. Make it quick. Don't disappear on me.
Better not make me come looking for you.
- [indistinct chatter] - [Kadriye sighs]
Pardon me. How are you?
I'm fine, ma'am.
I'm looking for Fatma at the moment. Fatma Yılmaz.
What do you want with Fatma?
She just called me. I'm her sister, but I can't find her.
- Do you know where she might be? - Oh, ma'am, this is wonderful.
Why? What's happening?
Ma'am, the cops were here, asking about her.
Something about Zafer?
[Aysel] No. I'll tell you something, but don't panic, okay?
Someone was killed in the parking lot here.
The cops asked all of us who work here if we knew anything about the man.
The cops asked about Fatma as well.
They wanted to know if we knew anything about her,
but I was scared, and I couldn't say anything.
What are you talking about?
Fatma was going to some author's for cleaning.
Should I give you his address?
[somber piano music playing]
[ship horn blows in distance]
[Fatma sighs]
[tense music playing]
- [parking brake clicks] - Huh?
What the hell?
- [window whirring] - [truck door opens, closes]
You're gonna leave that car there? Am I supposed to drive over it?
We still don't have flying cars, you know!
Open the window.
Open it. Open it. I wanna say something. Open the window. I'm gonna say something.
Calm down. I haven't parked the car. I'll go soon.
Here. This is my card.
Just take a look at the card.
I'm Bayram Karadağ. Your sister, Fatma, works for me.
You hear me? She's got something of mine.
Tell her to return it. That's it. Now you can go wherever you want.
Something what?
Fatma knows what it is. Okay, ma'am? Just tell her to return it.
Since you know Fatma yourself,
just call her and ask.
You think I'm your maid or something?
[Bayram] What was that? Sorry. I couldn't hear you. Say it again?
My maid? What do you mean?
This ain't an order. This is just a warning.
This is the official warning stamp. Where should I stamp it?
Maybe here, ma'am? Huh?
- Or here? Where do you want it? - What are you doing?
- Don't be ridiculous! - [Bayram] No, I'm not.
- What are you doing? - [Bayram] Here?
[Mine] What are you doing? What are you doing?
What? Are you out of your mind?
Help! Somebody, help me!
- [Bayram] Want another? - Anybody! Don't touch the windshield.
Don't touch the car! Don't touch it! Please!
- Help! Somebody, help! - Scream. Maybe someone will hear.
Please! Anybody? Anybody here? Please! I need help! Stop!
Stop! Stop!
[panting]
You go and tell your sister... to give back what's mine.
[softly] That's it.
- [truck door opens, closes] - [truck engine starts]
First, her husband goes missing, and now she's missing too?
Hmm.
[sighs]
- Some tea? - [suspenseful music plays]
No, that's all right. Thank you.
- [lieutenant] Two teas for room one. - [receiver rattles]
You're Fatma Yılmaz's sister?
Yes. Fatma's my older sister.
Do you know where your older sister is?
No, I don't. I went to the mall where she works to find her.
I learned you were looking for her.
But... she's the same Fatma Yılmaz who works for Bayram Karadağ?
- [officer] That's correct, sir. - [lieutenant] Yeah. That Fatma Yılmaz.
Can you think of anyone connected to the disappearance of your sister?
[ominous music playing]
- [indistinct chatter on radio] - [lieutenant] Here's what's going on.
We think your sister's been involved in a crime,
and it would help us to have a statement from you.
- [knocking on door] - Yes?
[door opens]
[clears throat] Sir, these are...
[inhales sharply] ...the images from the security cameras.
Ah, thank you.
Do you know the woman in this image?
[tense music playing]
[lieutenant] Does she look familiar?
And what about this woman on the train platform?
Do you know her, ma'am?
Pardon me?
Could it be your sister in any of these images?
It's just a woman's back in these pictures.
I can't tell who they are. [takes a deep breath]
Anyone could recognize their own sibling.
[dispatcher on radio] Seven-seven, one-eight-five.
Seven-seven, one-eight-five. Go ahead.
Thirty-five, female. Fatma Yılmaz. En route to Eskişehir from Istanbul.
Bus license plate 34, Yankee, Victor, six-two-six.
Thirty-four, Yankee, Victor, six-two-six. Fatma Yılmaz.
Copy that, 77-185.
[siren wailing]
[engine revs]
Wow. You really love your window seat, Fatma.
Look at that face. [clicks tongue]
I have diabetes, Fatma.
The aisle seat makes me upset.
And the road is long as hell.
My mouth is dry like a desert.
Hey there, bud! Give us some water. Complimentary snacks or something.
C'mon.
[clicks tongue]
Look, I'm telling you this now.
The house and the yard are both İsmail's.
I consider the money Zafer paid us as the rent.
I'm just a lonely widow now.
You showed up and made yourselves at home and took our yard space for months.
Am I lying? I'll keep that money as your rent.
- What money? - I've inherited it from İsmail, Fatma.
I have no other income.
I can't pay back the money that Zafer gave my husband,
so please don't ask me about it.
Zafer gave you money?
You see... Uh, yeah, he did. İsmail said he did.
When did he do that? I mean, he was in prison.
When was this, Kadriye?
[sighs]
Zafer took the settlement for Oğuz.
Just tell me the truth.
I've been looking for Zafer all this time, and you saw him?
No, I didn't, Fatma. I just...
İsmail said that Zafer gave him some money,
and I didn't ask any questions about it.
Why didn't you? Where did that money come from?
Why are you asking me? How would I know?
You know things have been tough for us. It's no secret.
Didn't you ask where the hell it came from?
I don't know how they do business, Fatma. I don't know. I didn't ask.
[shuddering] You didn't ask him
or did not want to because it was Oğuz's blood money?
- Tell me the truth. - [Kadriye inhales sharply]
The guy who hit Oğuz is from the family that owns your building.
- [İsmail] The Argahs? - Uh-huh. That's what I heard.
They have lawyers here.
The kid got hit by a car. They'll get hit by a truckload of money.
I don't follow.
What I mean is that Zafer will be able to pay us
way more than what he owes us.
The Argah family won't abandon Fatma.
Zafer's not around. How would he know about his son?
Believe me.
He'll come out as soon as he smells the money. You'll see.
İsmail, are you saying you're in touch with him?
I've been looking for Zafer everywhere.
You still took the money he offered you, Kadriye?
- When did you... - Cut it out.
You got a roll of cash in your purse. Where did that come from?
It's not my son's blood money.
[breathing heavily] I have diabetes. Remember that?
- Give me a break and shut up. - How could you hide it from me?
- Why didn't you tell me? - I have diabetes. Stop.
- But... Kadriye. - I'm being serious, Fatma.
- Tell me the truth. - Wait. Hold on. Where did I put my sugar?
Did you know that Zafer took the blood money?
Kadriye, come on. Answer me.
Did you know that Zafer took the blood money?
I've had enough of you. I'm sick of your Zafer and your Oğuz.
- I'm fed up with all of you. - [Fatma] You have some explaining to do.
You knew Zafer had taken the blood money, right?
Give me that. Stop it. Don't make me yell.
- There's people around. Give me the shot. - Just answer me.
How could you even look at me all this time?
I'm sweatin' like a pig, Fatma. Just give me the shot.
- Come on. Give me... - How could you even look me in the eye?
You're just whining 'cause you couldn't get a dime.
Come on. Don't be mean.
Fatma. Give me the shot, Fatma.
I'm really not okay. My feet are going numb. Come on.
- [needle pierces] - [Kadriye groans]
[exhales deeply]
Next time, can you be gentle just for once?
Just for once, like a human being? [sighs]
[dispatcher on radio] Istanbul-Eskişehir bus.
Bus license plate is 34 Yankee, Victor, six-two-six.
Thirty-four, Yankee, Victor, six-two-six.
[siren wailing and chirping]
[suspenseful rhythmic music playing]
All right. Let's see some IDs.
[dispatcher on radio] Thirty-five, female. Fatma Yılmaz.
En route to Eskişehir from Istanbul.
[officer] Give me the passenger list.
[quietly] Kadriye.
If you find Zafer, tell him...
[gasps softly] Kadriye?
[gasps] Kadriye, wake up.
[ominous music playing]
[officer] Fatma Yılmaz.
Seat 24, Fatma Yılmaz. Window seat.
Are you together?
No, I don't know her.
[officer] Fatma Yılmaz?
Fatma Yılmaz!
[unzips purse]
LAST NAME: YILMAZ NAME: FATMA
Turn off the engine.
[paramedic] No, let's wait until we get confirmation from the police.
I'll call it in and tell them to stand by.
Wanna give me a hand with this?
I'd like to clear a path.
[passengers chattering]
Ma'am, step aside. Come on. Let's go.
[ominous music playing]
[ambulance doors close]
[siren wailing]
[dog whines]
- [Fatma] Good day, sir. - Good day to you too.
- What's in the back? - What was that?
I mean, what do you have in the truck?
All sorts of things. What do you need, ma'am?
[driver] Ma'am, if you'd stuck around, they'd have gotten you onto another bus.
- It would've been more comfortable. - [Fatma] I don't have time to wait.
Where are you going to?
I'm going home.
Home?
Where's home for you?
- Have you heard of Dodurga before? - [driver] Yeah.
How could I not? I'm a long-distance driver.
And I have a friend from Dodurga in the union.
Have you heard of the Freighters Union before?
- No, I haven't. - [driver] How come you don't know?
The road behind our office goes straight to your village.
I'll drop you off at the union building.
Then you can take the bus or a minivan the rest of the way.
That's good. Allah bless you, sir.
Don't mention it, ma'am. It's not a problem.
What was your name again?
[hesitates] Mine.
And I'm Serdar, Ms. Mine.
- Pleased to meet you. - You too.
AKGÜN HIGHWAY FREIGHTERS ASSOCIATION
Ms. Mine.
Have some tea.
[sighs] Sugar?
No. I don't like sugar in the tea.
Mm, me neither.
[cell phone ringing]
- [phone beeps] - [quietly] Hello?
[Author] Where on earth are you, Fatma? I've been trying to call you.
Well, my battery died.
Uh, could you drop by today?
No, I can't come. I couldn't, even if I wanted to come.
- I won't be cleaning your house anymore. - Really? Why's that?
I'm on the road right now.
I know where Zafer is.
How did you find out? Where is he?
Hey, I wanna ask you something.
How's that cleaning lady story of yours coming along?
[Author laughs]
I'm writing it still. I'm writing. I'm rewriting the ending.
- How's it gonna end? - Oh, I don't know yet.
The reception's really bad, but I'll call you back another time, okay?
- Huh? - Hello?
- I can't hear you.
Take good care of yourself.
- I'll call you. Thanks. Bye. - No, Fatma.
Ma'am, didn't you tell anyone that you were going home?
Are you on the run?
I'm begging you, don't get me into trouble.
No, it's not that. Don't worry about it.
Zafer is my legal husband.
He's been missing for months. Disappeared.
I hear he's hiding in the village.
He left me and my son behind, all alone.
Now I know where he is, so I'm going.
Ma'am, I'm sure you know better.
But what are you gonna do with a husband who abandoned you?
[tense music playing]
I'll be right back.
Hello?
[Author] Fatma has taken Bozüyük Road from her village in Dodurga
all the way to Istanbul a total of three times in her life.
The first was when she and her husband
moved to the big city with hopes to find a treatment
for their son's autism.
The second one was when she tracked down her husband
so she could give him the news that their son was dead.
And the third is Fatma's journey to find herself.
- [dogs barking] - [roosters crowing]
[Author] This is the story of Fatma's last journey.
- [young Fatma] Emine, what's that? - [young Mine] Turkish delight.
- Where'd it come from? - It's a gift.
[haunting music playing]
[young Fatma] Should I take you to the cow?
- Are you gonna ride it? - [young Mine laughs] Sis!
[girl screams]
[woman] She's so much younger than her sister.
She doesn't know the first thing about marriage.
[somber orchestral music playing]
[door opens]
[Bayram] What the hell's going on? You took a cab here.
You're wearing those sunglasses, lookin' like a spy, huh?
Something happen to your car? Huh? [chuckles]
Well, I'm not gonna lie, I, uh...
I didn't really expect you to get back to me so soon.
I mean, yeah.
[children laughing and chattering]
[Bayram] Some people have beautiful lives, right?
Some people just really have it amazing.
They're living their lives with great views.
Parks and beaches and a bunch of kids running around.
Was your childhood in any way like that?
How come Fatma's struggling to get by
while you're, uh, basking in luxury and all, huh?
There was this game we used to play when my sister and I were young.
Whenever I started running, my sister would run after me.
But whenever I stopped, she would stop running too.
We would run all the way back home,
and the distance between us wouldn't change.
Never once would I turn back and look.
Because I was always positive that my sister was there.
What a touching tale.
But it didn't touch me. [sniffles]
Okay, story time's over, Ms. Mine.
[snaps fingers] Give me what's mine.
What are you doing, out in the open?
- Emine. - What?
My name's actually Emine.
But Emine, the little girl who was playing with her older sister,
stayed in the village.
And now Mine can protect herself without her older sister.
You can't mess with Mine.
You wouldn't run into me at a park or at a beach or anywhere, really.
You and I have totally different lives.
- But Emine knows the life you live. - [cell phone unlocks, dials]
She knows men like you very well.
[line ringing]
911
Just as much as her sister Fatma knows about men.
[operator] Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?
- Hello? Hello? Please help me. - Let's go.
- My car's been hijacked. - Will you hang up? That's enough.
- Parking lot police hijacked my car. - Hang up!
- Please help! - [Bayram] Hang up, dammit!
Everything's okay.
[Mine] You were so interested in my car.
But now I have your fingerprints on my phone.
You shouldn't mess with Mine.
[calming music playing]
[birds singing]
[woman] Fatma, hey.
We've been waiting for you. Welcome back.
Thank you, Havva.
- [Havva chuckles] - Aww, oh.
- Oh, wow. - [Havva chuckles]
This one really surprised me, I'll tell you.
Oh, let me get that. It's okay, dear. Give them to me.
[sighs] Oh, bless your heart.
[Havva] Fatma,
there were some rumors going around, but we don't know if they're true.
Oh.
- I'm sorry for your loss, Fatma. - Thank you, dear. Thank you.
[Havva] Did you just get here? Let me cook you something for dinner, huh?
- No, thank you. - [Havva] Are you gonna be here for long?
I didn't want to bother Zafer and ask him.
- Are you back for good? - [suspenseful music playing]
Where did you see Zafer?
He's in town.
But, um, Zafer seemed kinda distant. He didn't even look at me,
so... I didn't offer him my condolences.
Fatma, wait a second.
Uh, are you gonna come and see me sometime?
[vendors shouting indistinctly]
[Fatma breathing shakily]
Zafer!
[suspenseful music building]
[music fading]
[quietly] Your son's dead, Zafer.
And you knew that already, didn't you?
Do you know how many of these envelopes they sent me?
And do you know what each one of these letters
was trying to tell me, Zafer?
They say the accident was Oğuz's fault.
My son was born with a fault... and died with a fault.
But I know who's actually at fault here.
I know whose fault it is. I know the real murderer.
The real culprit is the guy who left us both by ourselves.
It's all his fault. It's you, Zafer.
You took the blood money and spent it.
You ran away with it.
But were you actually able to hide from your son, Zafer?
Huh?
I didn't want any of this.
You wanted to go to Istanbul so we could try to cure him.
I didn't want that.
I didn't wanna come back here either.
But I can't risk going back to prison.
Do you have any idea what it was like in there?
Do you have any idea what it was like out here?
You have any idea what I've been through on the outside, Zafer? Do you?
I looked everywhere for you.
I asked every person, the police, everyone.
I kept wishing. I kept wishing that Zafer would show up and save us.
Look at you now, for heaven's sake. You're the one to save us?
Did I not save you?
The whole village saw you as damaged, but I still married you anyway.
[Fatma sighs]
Is that how you saw me too?
Fine. But you should know one thing.
It wasn't my sin.
Do you know whose sin it was, Zafer?
The sin...
was on anyone who didn't say anything.
The sin was on anyone who knew but kept their mouths shut.
Is that why you did all that?
Is that why you've been running away from me all this time?
That was all I could do. Nothing else.
My life has to keep moving forward, Fatma.
- I did everything you asked of me. - I didn't ask anything of anyone.
I just wanted my son to have a decent life.
You took the money, huh? You ran away.
You think you're a big deal because you have some cash in your pocket?
Showing off around the village with your son's blood money?
Just stay away from me. You ruined my entire life.
- What else do you want from me? - You're gonna answer to me.
What are you talking about? Now you're making me angry.
- You have to answer to me, Zafer! - Shut the fuck up!
Don't make me hit you again.
You think I should answer to you, huh? Huh?
Who do you think you are? No fear, no shame?
I'm not afraid, Zafer. And I'm not ashamed.
I won't keep my head down anymore.
You'll be afraid.
You will be ashamed of what you did! You!
Fatma, where'd you get this?
What are you gonna do? Shoot me, Fatma? Huh?
Well, I shot Şevket too.
I shot Şevket, Zafer.
I got the gun from Bayram's safe,
and I went, and I killed Şevket. I killed him.
[menacing music playing]
Then there was this guy who was threatening me.
So I pushed him under the train. I killed him too.
But you know what happened, Zafer?
Do you know what the guy who I pushed under the train told me?
[quietly] That gun belongs to Zafer.
"That gun belongs to Zafer."
Turns out, the gun is yours, Zafer.
[Fatma] I'd like to report a crime.
I know about a gun that was used in a murder.
That gun belongs to Zafer Yılmaz. I know where he is.
So right now,
either you tell the police what Bayram's doing...
...or you tell them what you did with the gun.
Coming through. Out of the way, please.
You take care now.
- [officer] You're coming. Let's go. - [Zafer] I didn't do anything.
- Fatma! - [officer] Come on.
[Zafer] Fatma! Fatma!
AKGÜN HIGHWAY FREIGHTERS ASSOCIATION
ISTANBUL CHIEF PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE
Serdar. There was a lady asking for you over there.
[dramatic music playing]
[Serdar] Ma'am?
What's that? A letter from your husband?
There's one more thing I have to do, Serdar.
When are you going back to Istanbul?
[loud banging]
[suspenseful instrumental music playing]
[somber instrumental music playing]