01x02 - Why are you Surprised?

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GREY

TWO WEEKS LATER

Why don't you check on Selin, Ceyda?

- Hello.
- Hello.

Please.

Have a seat. Can I offer you anything?

Thanks. We're in quite a hurry.
[exhales deeply]

[sighs]

Now…

We think we found the guy
who assaulted your daughter.

But he's dead.

What?

- He's dead?
- Yes.

I wish he served his sentence,
but he kind of got away with it.

He's dead…

Dead? Is the scum really dead?
He will never turn up, right?

I mean, he will never
be able to hurt Selin again.

Fuat, you hear that? He's dead!

[gasps] Thank God. [Inhales sharply]

[chuckles, sighs]

[sighs]

Who is this creep?

He's Doruk Sezgin. Aged 40.

Uh, married with two children.

Restaurant…

He runs a restaurant, uh…

No criminal record.

Is he someone you know?

- [Hülya stammers]
- How would we?

Can you take a look anyway?

You might have seen him around.

No.

I have not.

- [breathes shakily]
- When?

- [Hülya sighs]
- When did he die?

About two weeks ago…

The body was found a week ago,
but the results just came in.

His DNA matches with the samples
found on your daughter.

[sighs] Fuat. [Sobbing]

- [sighs deeply]
- [Hülya sighs]

[groans]

[Hülya sighs]

Who shot the scumbag?

We don't know, uh...
It's an ongoing investigation.

May we speak with Ms. Selin?
We would need her to identify the man.

Speak to her now?

Are you saying you're going to show
my daughter a photo of her r*pist?

Fuat, do we have to do this right now?

It's all right, Hülya.

Selin must identify him, okay?

- I'm right here. It'll be fine.
- [sobs, sniffles]

Ms. Hülya,
the evidence might have been planted.

It might be a setup or a decoy.

You know, we're talking about m*rder.
That raises suspicions in this case.

Mr. Fuat. Mr. Fuat?

However, we can't tell her anything
about the DNA test or his m*rder.

Knowing this might confuse her.
It could impair her judgment. Clear?

Victims often want
to avoid thinking about it.

She might identify him
just to make it all go away.

[sighs]

I'm not sure it's him.

What do you mean, you're not sure?

What do you mean? Look, is it him or not?

Look.

Fuat.

[Bülent] Mr. Fuat.

Please.

Please…

Selin.

Take a good look. Come on.

Try to remember.

Come on.

I-I'm not sure.
I can't remember. It was so dark.

Please take a good look. Look carefully.

- Is it him?
- I don't remember, Dad.

[inhales sharply]

It's okay.

We should be on our way. [Sighs deeply]

- You will be updated on any developments.
- Okay.

It's okay, darling. [Sniffles]

- You caught that, right?
- What?

- Fuat Akinci.
- Huh?

How did he know he was shot?

m*rder usually implies a sh**ting.

That's plausible.
But something else bothers me.

What?

[sighs] Listen.

Fuat was really on edge.
It was strange how far he pushed the girl.

Huh? He practically yelled at her
for not identifying him.

Why?

We'll find out soon.

I don't think he remembers you.

Well, it has been ten years.

But this is Fuat Akinci.
He's a crafty devil.

He remembers all right,
but he won't let on.

Off you go. Have a good day at school.

- [Ceyda] Thanks, Uncle Fuat.
- Selin.

Should you feel bad or have a hard time
in any way, you call me, okay?

I'll come get you.

Deal? Look at me.

Where's my smile?

Huh?

Come here. [Kisses]

[sucks teeth, clicks tongue, scoffs]

It doesn't matter how often I brush,
I cannot get rid of these stains.

Maybe I should cut back on the coffee?

How come your teeth are so white?

Hereditary, maybe? I have no idea.

Better not hold you up, Uncle Fuat.
See you around.

ZEN COLLEGE

[panting]

[panting]

Selin, what's the matter?

[mutters, inhales]

Selin?

What's the matter, honey? Are you okay?

[door slams]

Everything is the same. But I'm not.

It's like I tripped and fell.

Selin.

[sniffles]

I couldn't face anyone in the hallway.

[sobs] As if they would know [blubbers]
if I looked them in the eye.

Honey,

no one knows anything.

- You were ill at home…
- [sobs]

…recovering for the past two weeks, okay?

And if they look you in your eyes,
all they can see is how pretty they are.

Look at me.

Sweetheart.

[sniffles]

This wasn't a fall. Merely a stumble.

I will never let you fall.

[inhales deeply]

[sobs] Thank you.

I'm lucky to have you. [Inhales]

- [sniffles]
- Come on, dry your eyes now.

You have those amazing lessons
to catch up with.

Come on.

Coffee time!

Believe me, bro,
I have it all figured out.

I no longer smoke when drinking.
I quit post-sex smoking.

And I don't even smoke on the toilet,
but one to go with a coffee…

I'd sell a kidney for that.

[sips, gulps]

[sighs] Ready for today's meeting?

If we nail this deal,
we'll be filthy rich.

Fuat.

Fuat?

Are you okay? Hmm?

- I'm fine.
- Good.

[sighs deeply]

Is Selin doing any better?

- She went back to school today.
- Oh, good news.

Great. She takes it step-by-step.

You'll be back on your feet soon.
Stop being so hard on yourself.

Easy to say but hang in there.

They got him.

Hmm? Who?

Selin... You know…

Ah. Um…

And that's it?

There's a DNA match,
but Selin couldn't identify him.

She says it was dark
and couldn't remember anything.

Fine,
but this has nothing to do with IDing.

They have the guy.
Hasn't he confessed? I don't get it.

He's dead. m*rder*d.

Huh? How? Who did it?

Someone did the job.

Good riddance to the scum. I'm glad.

[sips]

[gasps]

- Arda.
- Hmm?

What's going on?

There's something I need to tell you.

Please.

[slams tablet]

Yes?

That night…

…at the h*s...

What will you tell Arda?

Fuat?

Listen, you're freaking me out here.
Spill the beans. I'm all ears.

Fuat, bro.

You didn't finish what you were saying.
This is freaking me out right now.

What's going on? I have no idea.

What are you doing?

Bro?

[inhales sharply]

Never mind. It's okay.

Nothing pressing. I'll tell you later.

Fine.

All good. I forgot I have to
take care of some business.

[exhales sharply]

Um, did you call
the psychiatrist I suggested?

Yes, they have an appointment today.

Miss, I'm sorry about today.

Selin?

Selin.

You're daydreaming.

Are you okay?

Now, you were telling me what happened.

You left the lesson.

What happened after that?

[inhales]

I don't remember a thing.

But everything is vivid
until you left the piano lesson, right?

[sighs]

[gulps]

[shudders]

[door opens]

PSYCHIATRIST
Dr. Deniz ADANIL

Ms. Hülya, may I have a word in private?

You okay?

Enough. I have Mom, Dad, the shrink,

and now you asking me
how I am all the time.

Okay, fine. Pretend I said nothing.

She's not ready to open up yet.
We shouldn't push her.

Did she not tell you anything?

It's too early to talk about it.

Such incidents evoke complex emotions.

L-Like shame and guilt.

[sighs deeply]

Mmm, what should we do?
I mean, what I can do personally?

You all need time
to deal with this, Ms. Hülya.

Things will improve. Don't worry.

Uh…

Yes. Was there anything you wanted to add?

Yes, there's one thing.
Um, I believe they found the assailant.

[exhales] That's a relief.

Yes, he's dead. [Chuckles]

I mean, [sighs] he was m*rder*d.

What should we do?
I mean, should we tell Selin?

I think you should.

But I think it's better to wait
until she's feeling better.

Well, it goes without saying,
what they are doing violates the law.

That's why, uh, we need to get
the guy on the tender committee to talk.

He must already be on their payroll.

Of course. You can forget him.

Not a problem.
The law is crystal clear on this.

No way he'll weasel out of this…

No sweat, this is only the beginning.

…or allow him to leave the job.

SOS - Emergency SOS

We would never let that happen.

Right, Fuat? Anything to add?

Um, Fuat?

- Right.
- They can't brazenly walk out of this.

Sure.

Uh, we discussed this earlier,
so let me run you through that briefly.

For instance, there's absolutely no way
he can talk or intervene again.

We will be on to him,
so that will not be in his best interest.

But we have a soft spot here.

Uh, should you...

Please excuse me.

I'll be right back.

Fuat.

Fuat, wait up, not so fast.
What are you doing?

- Huh?
- You can't walk out like that.

- It's nothing.
- Nothing? Hold on.

Something is up. Tell me. I need to know.

It's nothing, Arda.
Got a call that pissed me off. Forget it.

[knocks on door]

Got the ballistics report
on the firearm that k*lled Doruk Sezgin.

- Doruk Sezgin?
- The guy who r*ped Selin Akinci.

[groans]

Headaches again?

It's been terrible lately. [Sighs]

About this attorney, Fuat Akinci.
Look into him.

Has he got any licensed firearms
and, if so, how many?

- Run a check, okay?
- I'm on it, sir.

[sighs]

Anything new on Doruk Sezgin?

- We're still looking into it.
- [groans]

Can I get you some water?

That would be amazing, Leyla. [Sighs]

Are you sure this will do the trick?

Of course. Don't worry, Mr. Fuat.

Th-This app blocks
any sort of audiovisual spyware.

Ceyda.

Ceyda?

- I forgot about Ceyda.
- I guess you need another.

W-We always keep
a few spare phones at the office.

They're a little outdated,
but I'll bring one right away.

Uncle Fuat?

[gasps] Can you get Selin?
I need both of you in the living room.

Selin had a hard time falling asleep.
Maybe we should let her rest?

Please wake her up. It's important.

[sighs]

Honey.

Wake up. We need to talk.

Is something the matter?

No, it's okay. Come on.
I'll wait for you in the living room.

From now on
everyone in this house uses these phones.

That includes you, Ceyda. Got that?
This is a complicated case.

The Mafia is involved,
and they are intercepting communications.

Fuat, what business would you have
with the Mafia?

Please trust me on this, Hülya.
This is not the time or place…

I have tons of photos on my phone.
It will take forever to transfer them.

That's not going to happen.
No one transfers anything to these phones.

- What about photos?
- You'll get your phone back

once the case is closed,
and we are out of the woods with this.

Any transfer has to wait until then.

Clear?

Okay.

And I'm left with this relic.

Excuse me?

Just pointing out how vintage it was.

- Fine, take this one.
- Oh, that's not...

Take it. It's okay. No sweat.

Fu-Fuat?

Fuat.

[shovel scrapes]

- What are you doing?
- [panting]

- What's going on?
- [sighs]

Is there something you're keeping from me?

Look at you! You're scaring me.

I'm worried about Selin as it is.
Wondering if he's still on the loose.

Is he still stalking her?
Will he confront or hurt her again?

And right now,
I have no clue what you're doing.

[sighs sharply]

[sighs deeply]

Don't be scared. You're right.

This is all my fault.

Come here.
There's nothing to be scared of.

Okay?

Everything's fine. Come sit down.

He can't do a thing because he's dead.

But Selin never identified him.

I mean, what if the police are right
about the assailant?

What if he's still out there?

No way. It's him. Oh!

Trust me.

Okay?

[kisses]

Don't worry.

You're not in danger.
I will never let that happen.

Don't be afraid.

Power of Attorney

[cell phone chimes]

[slurps]

[knocking]

[knocking continues]

[cell phone chimes]

[phone clicking]

Bye, Dad.

Come here. [Kisses]
Have a good day at school.

See you around, Uncle Fuat.

Selin. How are you?

- Fine.
- I'm doing all right too.

I haven't seen you at piano recently.

Yeah, I quit.

Who's that?

[sighs] Just some loser trying
to chat about piano. What a creep!

Forget him.

[cell phone chimes]

Things forgotten never vanish,
they are merely suppressed.

Memories are immortal,
waiting for the right time to emerge.

Enjoy your new phone.

The time has come, your turn now.

Who are you?
What do you want from me?

[cell phone chimes]

You will find out very soon…

The good must show solidarity, right?

This is the g*n that blew out the brains
of your daughter's r*pist…

[cell phone chimes]

Why so surprised?
This is your licensed g*n.

REPUBLIC OF TURKEY
MINISTRY OF INTERIOR

g*n LICENSE
FUAT AKINCI

[cell phone chimes]

You have one hour.

Now, go to the bus stop
and wait for our next message.

Please, would you buy a pack of tissues?
For the love of God.

- My siblings are starving.
- I'm busy.

- I need to take some bread home.
- Look here.

- I beg you. Have some mercy.
- Beat it! I'm busy. Move on!

- For the love of God.
- Here, take it.

- Take it.
- Okay, thanks.


LAST STOP

IETT BUS STOP


[cell phone chimes]

Look behind the hearse.

FUNERAL SERVICES

[cell phone chimes]

Remove the cover.

Put the helmet on.

Leave the motorcycle at the garden gate.

Thanks.

Dispose of the helmet
in the dumpster marked 27.

[Bahar] Mr. Fuat,
Sefa Levendoglu has just arrived.

You said you wanted
to greet him in person.

Okay, I'm on my way.

FUAT AKINCI
ATTORNEY-AT-LAW

BREAKING NEWS

b*mb-LADEN MOTORCYCLE
EXPLODES IN ISTANBUL

POLICE

Bahar, turn the volume up.

Excuse me, Mr. Fuat?

Turn it up!

[interviewee] Such incidents are
unheard of in our neighborhood.

Turns out that noise was the expl*si*n.
We are all in shock.

I'm so devastated…

The police department announced the launch
of an investigation into the attack.

- The GDS condemned the gruesome attack…
- Mr. Fuat.

WE WILL NEVER FORGET YOU

…of which among the deceased was
Selim Karaca.

Mr. Fuat.