A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[tense music playing]
[Yusuf] Your kid's dead. That hurts, but that pain's not gonna kill you.
[lieutenant] Do you know anything? Do you know who you are, Fatma?
[Serra's mother] Who knows what that woman went through to do that.
[Author] How can anyone hurt their family?
[Bayram] You're a killer.
"FALL"
[indistinct chatter]
[Author sighs]
[woman] Hello, sir.
- I'm Su. - Hey there.
This is Faruk.
How are you doing? I hope I didn't keep you waiting.
Well, I mean, if I were to be honest, you did keep me waiting.
Sorry about that. Su's previous meeting took a little longer than expected.
Uh, our schedule's really tight right now, but we put everything aside
so we could focus on your highly anticipated new book.
And we're really excited about working on it.
The last novel you wrote, the one about your daughter and your wife?
That was... Let me think of the best way to put it.
[chuckles]
- Groundbreaking. - Groundbreaking?
On one hand, you're telling the story of an adolescent girl
and her generational conflicts with her mother extremely truthfully.
Beyond that, the complicated story of the '80s.
[chuckling] Wow. I guess that's a lot to cover.
But, uh, Fatma didn't quite have the same flow, you know?
Don't get me wrong, but do you really think
the story of this cleaning lady is gonna connect with the public?
You talk about the woman and her transformation
and how she accepts herself for what she is.
I get that, but, uh...
I just don't get the feeling that the character's real, you know?
Do you think a woman like that exists?
[teacup clatters]
[Serdar] Ma'am, you said you had one last thing to do?
It's about my son.
That's your son?
He's two years old. Yes. Bless his little heart.
- God bless him. Cute as a button. - Thank you. Bless you, too.
How old is your son, ma'am?
My son, um... passed away.
- He's gone. - [Serdar inhales sharply]
[Fatma] His name was Oğuz.
Oğuz was a big boy
with a small mind.
But he was not bedridden.
They call it autism. You know what autism is?
I know, ma'am. I'm sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
When he was little, I used to buy him a lot of toy trucks.
They looked just like this one.
But he never played with them.
He always wanted to stack them up, one truck on top of the other.
So I would grab the truck. I would hold it.
And I'd say, "Why don't you play like this?"
But no. He always wanted them stacked up.
You should see my place.
Yogurt containers, pillows, toy cars, everything stacked up.
He loved it like that.
Then his father would come home drunk.
He'd kick the piles down.
Son of a bitch.
You didn't tell me. Did you find your husband in the village?
I did.
I kicked him down.
[ominous instrumental music playing]
[siren wailing in distance]
[gulls calling]
[car alarm chirps]
[Bayram] Nah, man.
Sure, these new models look cool.
I'll give you that. They changed the looks,
but they didn't change the locks, though, yep.
[inhales] That's a bummer.
[exhales, chuckles]
It's the same old shit,
just with a new look and a little polish on the outside.
See what I mean?
Same with that Emine and Mine little metaphor. You got me?
How did you get in the car?
[Bayram] I just told you, but you didn't listen, I guess.
Cars are my line of work. I know my way around cars.
You know, uh, breaking into Fatma's house was easy,
breaking into your car was easy,
but breaking into your gated community was real hard.
I went old-school, and I followed you.
[exhales]
You can't smoke in the car, Bayram.
I broke into your car, but that's what's bothering you?
You're kidding me, lady. It's like you're not taking me seriously.
[window whirs]
- [Mine] Put it out. - What are you gonna do? Call the cops?
I talked to you in Emine's language, but you didn't get it.
What? Should we try the Mine style?
Oof, let's do that. Yeah. I'm really down for it.
Look, I threw the cigarette out. Come on. Go ahead.
You see, that thing you do? Um...
Like you're scolding a man in a sexy way?
That's good. You're really good at that, you know?
And also that act you pulled,
like you're a bad girl, like you're the boss or something.
You know, the "you can't deal with Mine" bullshit?
You're really good at that. Shall we try that again?
[seat belt clicks]
- What did I say to you? - What did you say?
I'm sure I told you you shouldn't mess with Mine.
[Bayram] Mm.
You were only able to come here because I allowed you to.
You got this close to me because it was all my idea.
Oh, really? And why's that?
Because I wanted to hand you over, Bayram.
- [Bayram chuckles] - [tense music playing]
The car hijacking story again? You think someone's gonna believe that?
[Mine] It's not like that.
The story now is breaking and entering and threatening my life.
But I might step on the gas, and maybe you could get away.
Tell me what Fatma's got to do with you.
- Ma'am. - Then just drive.
- Drive. I'll tell you. - Why are you looking for Fatma?
- Tell me! - I said drive.
- I'll tell you. Just drive. - What? Tell me.
- I already said I'll tell you. - You will tell me why, now!
- Drive, for fuck's sake! - [Mine gasps]
- [officers tapping] - Listen to me.
Your sister is out there, killing people. You got me?
I'm gonna fuck up your life, and I'm gonna fuck up your sister's life.
You hear me? So don't worry. This won't be over that easily.
Put your affairs in order.
- [officer] Come on. - [Bayram] All right. I'm coming out.
All right. Chill, guys.
Let's go wherever we'll go.
[officer] Come on, come on, come on. Let's go.
[Bayram] Calm down, man. Shall we take a picture with the lady?
Just put your hands on the car.
- Spread your legs. - Pat him down.
[officer] Come on.
[Mine sighs]
Stop it. No cuffs. No cuff... Yeah.
Laugh all you want.
[handcuffs click]
Fatma's a killer. [echoing]
[ominous music playing]
[young Mine screams]
[gentle music playing]
[Fatma] Once upon a time,
there was a village.
A bright and colorful village.
And in that village, lived a poor little girl.
Nobody knows if it was because she was up to some kind of mischief,
or if it was because she ate some forbidden fruit
in the village garden,
but the little girl was cursed.
Nobody ever loved the poor girl.
Everyone said she was no good.
But that wasn't the truth.
Do you know what happened next?
Time passed by, and fortune finally smiled on her.
The girl was gifted
with a son with cheeks red as roses and eyes like almonds.
A very cute little boy.
Everybody thought the boy was no good either...
[clicks tongue] ...but that was far from the truth.
In fact, he was a really good boy.
And he was as innocent as a kid can be.
That's why he was named Oğuz.
Oğuz was the apple of his mother's eye.
And his mother was the whole world to Oğuz.
[wind blowing gently]
- [Fatma] Thank you. Have a good day. - [Serdar] Thanks. Have a good day too.
[Fatma] The years passed, but Oğuz didn't start talking.
That's fine. His mother never made an issue of it.
Everyone thought that was because of the mother's curse.
Nobody seemed to be surprised.
Nobody really paid attention to the boy.
Nobody saw him in the way his mother saw him.
They thought his mother would love him more if he could talk.
His mother loved Oğuz so, so much
that she'd be willing to set the world on fire
and fight whoever she had to fight for the sake of her child.
ARGAH LAW OFFICE
[Sidar] Just go ahead with that plan.
Fatma?
You could've called. You didn't have to come here.
I don't know how to say this over the phone.
What is it?
I don't understand what it says here. I could talk to one of the others.
Which others?
Fatma,
I've already told you. We can't find a lawyer for you here.
They all represent Argah Enterprises. They're on their payroll.
Right. And you're one of their lawyers too, aren't you?
- [Sidar] Mm. - Could you explain to me what it says?
What does the insurance company want from me?
There's something about Oğuz's lawsuit that I'm missing here.
The company... I mean, the insurance company for the car...
You know.
About the accident. So, yeah.
There was damage, and the insurance paid for that damage.
- You don't have to mumble. - Um...
Just level with me here and tell me what it is they're saying.
Since Oğuz was... was considered guilty,
they want you to pay for the damage to the car.
[somber music playing]
They want me to pay it?
They're asking me to pay for the car that ran over my son?
But, I mean, Fatma, this is just a formality.
You know? This is from the insurance company.
I'm sure Argah Enterprises have no idea about it.
- Mm. Sure. - [Sidar] They wouldn't allow it.
Sure. Let me talk to them face-to-face.
- Let's see what they say. - Fatma, what are you doing? Don't do that.
This is not the way.
You can't just barge in there and confront them like that.
This is not the way to defend your rights.
There's a time and a place for everything.
[Fatma gasps]
Tell me whose side you're on here.
[Sidar] Look, I'm not on anyone's side.
All I'm saying is you should do things properly.
Let me talk to them. Let me talk to them and sort this out.
You hear me?
My boy is gone.
Will someone be held responsible for it?
Someone? Anyone?
Fatma, trust me. I'll figure something out.
But let me handle it. You stay calm.
We can't solve it this way.
Come here.
Let's go. Come on.
Come on, Fatma.
Come.
Okay. Wait for me here.
I'll talk to them and be back, okay?
[knocking on door]
[Sidar] Mr. Levent.
Change it to, "arrest warrant has been issued."
- Is it urgent? - Sir, I'm sorry for interrupting.
It's about Berkan Argah and his car accident.
The insurance company wants reimbursement for the damages
by the family of the deceased child.
If the vehicle was damaged,
the insurance company is entitled to collect from the guilty party.
[ominous music playing]
A child is dead, Mr. Levent...
...and we're talking about a car?
Are you in your right mind?
We didn't get a chance to talk about the accident.
The one at the construction site.
I didn't talk about it with you
because you're not part of the case, Sidar.
I'm not talking to you.
I'm talking to these gentlemen.
The last time we were here, we didn't have a chance to speak.
- [in Kurdish] How are you? - Fine, thanks.
If and when you're asked, tell the judge you work without insurance.
Also, don't forget to tell them how old you are.
[Levent, in English] What did he say?
It's okay. Don't tell me. I understood him.
He just resigned.
[suspenseful music playing]
[fire alarm blaring]
[employees murmuring]
[indistinct chatter]
[man] Stay calm. Do not panic.
[gas hissing]
[man] It might be a false alarm. Stay calm.
[woman] Hurry. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
[Fatma] The mother and her son moved to the city of the kings.
It's like they were carried to the city by the wind.
But then the wind swept over them.
The kings were cruel.
And greedy.
They were evil.
One of the kings took her husband away.
Another one took her son from her.
"Everything we've been through in this city,"
thought the woman, "it was all because of the wind."
So she made a decision.
There was no turning back, and she didn't want to.
If somehow she could figure out a way to capture the wind,
she could teach a lesson to the kings
and scare them away forever.
[suspenseful music building]
[Fatma panting]
[lighter clicks, echoes]
[somber orchestral music playing]
[flames crackling]
[fire alarm continues blaring]
[glass shatters]
[gulls calling]
[cell phone ringing]
Hello? Fatma?
[man] Yes, hello. Is this Emine Yağız?
Yeah, this is her.
Ms. Yağız, Fatma Yılmaz is your sister, right?
Mm-hmm.
You need to come down to the police station
and answer some questions.
But I've already been there once and gave a statement.
Didn't I give a statement the last time I came in?
- You did that, but... - Okay.
Then why would I have to give another statement?
Just get out there and look for my sister. Do you have to keep calling me?
Okay? Get out and look for my sister.
And don't call me unless you find my sister. Find my sister!
- Ma'am. - What?
I'm sorry to inform you, but... Fatma Yılmaz has passed away.
[dramatic orchestral music playing]
[softly, echoing] Fatma...
[high-pitched ringing]
POLICE
[indistinct radio chatter]
[Mine gasps]
[coroner] Over here, miss.
That's not my sister.
That’s not Fatma Yılmaz.
[gentle instrumental music playing]
Is she someone you know?
Fatma's a killer!
[officer] Ma'am?
[quietly] No.
[flames crackling]
- [radio beeps] - [indistinct radio chatter]
Good morning.
Did you sleep last night, Fatma?
They kept you here for a health check.
That's why you stayed here.
Have you eaten?
The Argahs are not going to press charges, Fatma.
They're not doing this because they care about you.
They're doing this because they don't want to be involved in this case anymore
and they don't want it reopened.
But the point is,
everything's gonna be okay, Fatma.
[sniffles] Fatma Yılmaz.
- Come with me, ma'am. - Hey, wait a second.
You can't interrogate Fatma Yılmaz. The case has already been closed.
What are you? Her lawyer?
Yes, I'm her lawyer.
You can't interrogate my client.
Fatma, let's go.
Hold on a minute.
[tense music playing]
You're trying to tell me how to do my job?
I know that the fire case is closed.
Fatma Yılmaz and I have spoken before.
We'll treat her to tea, and we'll talk about something else.
You're welcome to tag along too, counselor.
[doorbell ringing]
[footsteps approaching]
I'm sorry. Did I ring the bell for too long? Um...
No. I'm not upset. This is my normal face.
This is just me. This is my face.
What can I do for you?
I got your address from Aysel.
[Author grunts]
[footsteps fading]
Uh, my name is Mine.
Fatma Yılmaz is my older sister.
[footsteps approaching]
[Author grunts, takes a deep breath]
Well, if I'm being honest, I'm actually not an angry person,
but they've really upset me with the whole Fatma issue.
So that's why.
Meaning?
[Author] My publishers.
"Fatma's story is not interesting," they said.
Do you... really know how Fatma's story goes?
[Author sighs]
Come in. Come in.
Fatma, Fatma...
Mm.
Fatma. [exhales]
Fatma... does a very good job.
But after the tragedy of her son, she wasn't actually herself,
as one could imagine.
My condolences to you as well, ma'am.
Thank you.
Fatma's never mentioned you before.
We drifted apart for a while.
I didn't call her for a long time.
- What? You were at odds? - We were fine.
We used to be... just fine.
I'm sure we were happy when we were kids. Um, you know?
[Author] Ah.
[clicks tongue] You know, even if the real story is completely different,
we always tend to, um... [sighs]
Well, the little bits and pieces of the story which convince us,
we remember those.
[somber music playing]
Maybe that's why it's how I remember it. [chuckles]
Fatma's probably told you about it. We grew up in a village.
Our village was really beautiful. I don't know how it is anymore.
Anyway, it lost its charm after we grew up.
I got married and left home.
I didn't leave.
I ran away, really.
Turns out running away doesn't save you when you leave someone behind.
I get that now.
Fatma'd been through a lot, and I knew all about it.
But there was nothing anyone could do.
I always shut out what we'd been through when we were kids.
I convinced myself that if I didn't talk about it
or just ignored it...
...that I'd be able to escape him.
Fatma would try to talk about it, and I would snap at her.
I left her alone.
And now I wanna find Fatma... to talk about what I've been running from.
Those who try to run away from their childhood
sometimes don't even get to really grow up, my dear.
- [scratching softly] - [tense music playing]
[door closes]
You burned down the whole building, but they didn't press charges.
We don't understand why.
Do you?
The case is closed.
You said you wouldn't ask about it.
I didn't ask about the fire. What I'm asking is, who's protecting you.
Look familiar?
[Fatma yells]
[lieutenant] Have you seen this guy before?
You said you were working as his cleaning lady.
Bayram says you were the one who killed Ekber.
But he has no idea how you did it.
Did you kill Ekber or not?
- [lieutenant] This guy? - [Fatma gasps]
[lieutenant] Do you know who killed this guy?
He says you killed him too. Did you?
On one hand, we have a parking lot gangster with a gun,
and then there's you.
Tell me, how on earth did you take out these guys and why?
Do you have a weapon?
No.
Bayram says you supposedly hid the murder weapon.
We found the gun.
Ballistics confirmed it.
Your husband, Zafer Yılmaz, had the gun on him.
You found my husband?
You are capable of finding him, when you actually need to.
Your husband, Zafer, said he did time for a crime he didn't commit.
He said he was paid to go to prison.
You also told your husband you were the one who shot Şevket.
Your sister cooperated with us, Fatma.
Bayram Karadağ is in custody.
- What did she have to do with Bayram? - What did you have to do with him?
I'm a cleaner.
Did you get paid to take the fall for these murders like your husband?
Did someone want you to take the blame?
Huh? Are you scared of someone?
Who should I be scared of?
Then tell us, Fatma Yılmaz, who committed these murders?
[Sidar] Are you done?
[tense music fades]
Because, if you don't have any evidence
or just cause to make her give a statement...
If you'll excuse us, officers.
We found this guy in the woods.
Shot dead with a bullet from the gun we found on your husband, Zafer.
Fatma, will your husband do time for a crime he really committed this time?
[Fatma retches]
[coughing]
Go splash some water on your face.
Come on. Come on.
[indistinct chatter]
- [knocking on door] - [lieutenant] Come in.
Thanks.
Officer, are we done?
We're just getting started.
[dramatic orchestral music playing]
Come on. This way.
Hmm. Here.
[toilet flushes]
[officer] Really?
You sure?
[suspenseful orchestral music playing]
[Fatma gasps]
Fatma!
[Fatma panting]
[breathing shakily]
- [music fades] - [gasping]
[whimpering softly]
[crying softly]
Fatma!
[Fatma gasps]
[Mine panting]
Fatma, what are you doing?
Shh. Stay away. Stay away. Stay away.
He was just here. I saw him.
Hold on. Okay.
I saw Oğuz. He was right here.
Look at me, please.
Fatma, look at me.
Will you look at me, Fatma? Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Here.
- Look at me. Look, look. - Shh.
[hesitates, quietly] Shut up. I mean it.
Sister, wait. Don't go near the edge. Wait.
Sis, you know how I'm scared of heights, don't you?
[Fatma gasps]
[gentle music playing]
[Fatma sighs]
- You think I don't remember? - [young Fatma] Where'd it come from?
- It's a gift. - Who gave it to you?
- [birds singing] - [chickens clucking]
She's so much younger than her sister.
She doesn't know the first thing about marriage.
[woman] Well, we were young once too, you know.
It's not like I'll take her away today.
We'll talk when... when she's old enough, ma'am.
When she's older.
We should at least put a name on it, my dear.
When Emine is of age, and she blossoms out,
many men will have their eyes on her and desire her.
[young Mine screams]
[Fatma sniffles]
You were afraid of heights. I know.
[crying softly]
Emine.
Look, I swear to God that I...
I only pushed you to protect you.
I... I... I... I swear. Believe me.
You were my little flower, really.
You... [sobs]
I know. Come here.
No.
[Mine] Come here.
[crying] I'm really sorry.
I'm really sorry for ignoring you. I really am.
Okay, okay... You, you...
I thought you reminded me of the village, so, um...
I used you as an excuse. That's why I shut you out.
But it wasn't your fault.
What happened in the barn, it just wasn't our fault.
We were just kids.
[sniffles]
We were kids. Come on.
The people who did this to us weren't punished,
so why do we keep punishing ourselves?
Everybody knew about it.
Everybody knew. Everyone.
Everyone in the village knew about it, but they didn't say anything.
Emine, shut up.
I ran away just so I could be free of the memory of that barn.
Just shut up. Shut up. Please stop.
Wasn't that what you did as well? Didn't you keep looking for Zafer
so that you didn't have to think about Oğuz?
Come on. Let's talk.
Were you running from Oğuz? Were you?
Emine, stop it. I'm serious. Don't!
Let's talk about this, please. Let's just...
[grunts, quietly] Don't.
Let's stop running now. Come on. Come on, now.
Let's start talking. Let's talk about the past.
Let's talk about Oğuz, Sis.
- Please, let's start talking. - Stop interrupting! Shut up!
- [Fatma] Stop it! - [Oğuz yells]
[somber music playing]
[Oğuz yelling]
Please, where are you?
Stop it, Oğuz!
- [Oğuz continues shouting] - [Fatma] Stop it!
[horn blares]
- Zafer! - [tires screech]
[somber music swells]
[Fatma breathing shakily]
[crowd clamoring indistinctly]
[Fatma breathing shakily]
Uh, Emine...
...did you know that...
[spluttering] Oğuz...
Did you know that I pushed Oğuz?
[somber orchestral music playing]
[spluttering] I... I pushed him away.
[Mine sobbing]
[Yusuf] Your kid's dead. That hurts, but that pain's not gonna kill you.
[lieutenant] Do you know anything? Do you know who you are, Fatma?
[Serra's mother] Who knows what that woman went through to do that.
[Author] How can anyone hurt their family?
- [Bayram] You're a killer. - [Fatma] I pushed him away.
[Mine whining]
[somber orchestral music building]
Fatma! [sobbing]
[car alarm blaring]
[Fatma gasps]
[somber orchestral continues playing]
[suspenseful instrumental music playing]