02x03 - Belladonna – Part 1

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There's no such things as, "unobtainable."

In the world we live in,
a fake version of everything is available.

Bags costing thousands of liras,
perfumes, and outfits.

So, what we've said.

Everything has a counterfeit.

From blank aesthetic faces
to words of love.

Fakeness drips from everything.

So much so…

-Who do you think you're fooling?
-that it's hard to

actually believe it when…

-You think I'm an idiot? Do you?
-we come across an honest person.

-My wife was alive when she got here.
-Calm down, you're yelling.

I see that you're angry, but we
did everything that we could for her.

-That's bullshit. What happened to her?
-Come on.

-Sir.
-My wife was alive when she got here.

You're all the same.

-All of you. Tell me what you did to her?
-Hey, come on. Come

-on. Let's get some air.
-You hear me? I'm going to make you pay

for what you did to her.

Understand? I'll k*ll you
for what you did to her.

Hey, come on. Take a
step back, okay, man?

-Let's go.
-I'll k*ll you.

Hey!

-What the hell are you doing?
-You're going to pay for this.

I will k*ll you.

I will k*ll you!

-Do you understand?
-Back off.

-You piece of sh*t. I'll k*ll you.
-Aycan.

-Open the door! Open the g*dd*mn door!
-You're all right.

Just go to your office.

It's okay, it's over.

It's okay, calm down.

You'll be all right.

My dear, why are you scared?

Everything's okay.

Look,
look. They're taking him away now, see?

-It's over, pull yourself together.
-It's okay, love. You're okay. I'm here.

Okay?

-It's over.
-We have to take Mrs. Aycan's statement.

Do you want me to go grab her?
I can. I don't mind.

All right, go.

Okay, I'm going. Will you keep an
eye on her? I'll be right back, dear.

Yes, of course.

Your mom will be right back.

-Okay, sweetheart?
-Do you need anything?

GRAVEYARD

BELLA DONA PART 1

I'm going to tell you something.
Stop stressing out.

Berk will be here soon with the results.

Your sister's case is being reopened.

What do you expect after so many years?
A miracle, or something?

Baran saw a person covered in
blood the day my sister died.

Take a look here. Was
it any of these people?

No, it wasn't any of them.

But I know the person.

The local drug dealer,

Bulent Tayinci.

Our suspect is Bulent Tayinci.

He has a shitload of previous arrests for
supplying, possession, and dealing drugs.

But six years ago…

our friend Bulant was promoted.

To m*rder*r by k*lling a
seventeen-year-old girl.

So then, Seher isn't his first victim.

She's not.

Somehow, he was acquitted due to lack of

evidence and then he disappeared.

So we suspect he m*rder*d Seher at some
point during this whole process.

What connection is there between the two?

Turns out,

the office of the defense lawyer who got
this monster off due to lack of evidence

is where…

Seher had started her internship.

Just before she was k*lled.

Was she working on the case?

No, my daughter's job was to
help on foreclosure suits.

I met this Doruk guy a few times.

He always said the same thing.

Seher doesn't have
anything to do with it.

Okay, then Hasan. Thank you.

This guy, Bulent.

He basically has zero digital footprint.

It's weird, you know?
It's like the earth swallowed him up.

We've started a deeper investigation.

You'll hear more soon.

Good day, Counselor.

The prosecution places

great importance on crimes committed

-against health care employees.
-We consider it to be a… a very serious

matter. And in this case, I have
personally assigned the Department of

Special Crimes to investigate. Okay?
That's all for now, thank you.

Thank you.

FINGERPRINTS EVIDENCE

FINGERPRINTS EVIDENCE

Serdar.

Inspector.

The victim is, Aycan Özata.

Forty-eight years old.
Married with one child.

She was a hematologist.

Shortly before her death,

she was caught in the middle of a fight
with a patient's relative in the lobby.

Who found her?

Gunes Kutay,
she's another patient's relative.

Hasan's already talked to her.

Now they're over in security
checking the footage.

Hi, guys.

There was no sign of a fight.

She didn't even defend herself.

Feriha.

Önem, I just don't understand it.

Study hard for years.

Work day and night,

Do everything you can to save lives,

Then one maniac appears and…

Did you know her as a friend?

It doesn'tmatter.

Don't worry,
we'll get whoever did this to her.

And what about the next time?

And after that?

Berk.

You got anything?

At the first intervention,
the scene was disturbed.

The footprints have gotten all mixed up.

It's impossible to determine which
person the prints belong to.

Good job. Thank you.

Oh, well.

At least…

we have an eyewitness.

That's him there.

That's the person who k*lled her.

Rewind it. This angle.

Let's see his face.

Dr. Oktay.

I'm sorry for bothering you now.

And I'm sorry for your loss, again.

Uh, Mr. Oktay.

Uh, I hope I'm not crossing a line,
but I have a question.

Why aren't you at home today?

Look, Aycan is dead.

There's nothing I can do for her.

But the little girl in the operating room.

I'm the only one who can do
something to save her life.

Dad.

Hasan, what's going on?

Inspector.

We found the suspect.

Sefa Aydin.

Seventeen years old.

The youngest son of the family
that started the fight.

He lives in Zeyrek.

Okay, thank you.

Hasan, that one there?

Yeah, it's this one.

-Salam alaykum.
-Alaykum salam.

-Salam alaykum.
-Alaykum salam.

-Sorry for your loss.
-Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Is Sefa Aydin home?

We need to talk to him.

Sefa!

Hey!

Hasan, go! He's over here!

Hey!

Stop running!

Hey!

Hey, why are you running?

Where are you going?

Get back here!

Hey, stop!

Why did you k*ll the doctor?

Did someone else put you up to it?

Your dad.

Uncle.

Grandfather?

Don't want to talk?

Okay, well.

It's up to you.

Thank you, friends,
you may move on to the prosecution.

Counselor.

That kid in there…

is only seventeen years old.

Uh, counselor.

Berk here…

uh, is trying to say that the boy
in there may be guilty, but…

we think his family put him up to it.

Exactly, counselor.

And if we were to stop
our investigation here.

We'd have done our job poorly.

Inspector,

I'll repeat it:

we have enough to prosecute now.

The witness only saw the boy flee.

And the knife?

We can't be sure it's the m*rder weapon
until the autopsy is completed.

If the prosecution wants
this investigation

to be completely air-tight.

Then we'll need to obtain a detailed
confession from the suspect.

Okay.

Do it your way.

Violence against health care workers
is a sensitive subject.

Gökhan will request the stiffest
penalty for this kid.

But it's not like he doesn't deserve it.

Selin.

Justice isn't a black and white game.

How do I explain?

This kid could be slapped with the longest
and most brutal sentence there is all

for a crime someone else
forced him to commit.

And the people who used him.
They will still be out there,

completely free to do what they want.

Exactly.

Go on.

Go ahead, take a sip.

This isn't one of those rainbow
colored sugar waters, you know.

This is a real local product.

You'll like it.

You hungry?

Want something to eat?

No.

I can get you something.

No.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Listen, son.

You might not believe me, but…

I'm someone who can understand you,
brother.

Yeah, right.

One soda and everything is fixed?

How can you say you understand?

What's happening to us.
What we've been through?

When my mother died…

I was around…

your age, maybe a year or two older.

I'd just started at the Academy.

Sefa…

my mother was in such pain.

It lasted for years.

Never ended.

The doctors couldn't treat it.

She would be flailing on the ground.

And we just couldn't figure it out.

No one knew what was wrong with her.

We went everywhere.

Going from doctor to doctor.

And by, "we", I mean…

my mother and me,
not the whole family or anything.

My dad worked a lot back then.

Very important tasks.

He was a busy man.

And going to see all these doctors,
he couldn't just wander around.

He was too busy for that.

Just me and my mother.

We saw doctors,
we saw professors. Whoever.

From one place to another.

Until finally, a doctor figured it out.

He diagnosed her.

Fibromyalgia.

What do you think about that?
Sounds cool now?

Fibromyalgia.

Chief.

To keep it short,
he prescribed her a medication.

And the pain disappeared.

The pain of the lady who could barely
stand was gone completely.

Suddenly, she was herself again.

Had so much energy.

I was so relieved.

Thinking, we solved it.

Then the pain came back all at once.

Actually, it had already begun for her.

Except she hid it from me.

Not to upset me.

She knew what pain was by then.

She knew it was coming.

So she started taking two pills instead
of just one and then three.

She became addicted.

I should have realized it.

When it first started.

I mean, my father may not have,
but we rarely even saw his

face most of the time, but…

but I should have known.

I should have seen it.

So, is that what k*lled her then?

It didn't happen immediately.

They invented some other illness.

Because they couldn't come out and say
that the big chief of police's wife was

an addict.

They sent her abroad so she
would be out of sight.

Her treatment was done.

Except she didn't come home.

Soon enough…

the police found her body somewhere.

An overdose.

Sefa.

I was mad at everyone.

Everyone and everything.

Mad at the past and the present.

My father.

Myself.

Everything.

And most of all,
the doctor who prescribed

those damn pills.

Somebody had to be held
responsible for this.

Nobody ever was.

What do you want me to do?

I understand you.

And I want to help you.

You gave me your time.

And you listened to me, kiddo. For real.

Look, kid.

You helped me.

How did you do that?

Right, I bet you're asking how you helped.

What could I have done?

You listened.

That means a whole lot to me.

Now I want to listen to you.

But listening changes nothing.

You know how many hospitals we
visited trying to save my mom?

Even private institutes.

They said it would cost millions for
an operation. The medication and care.

We didn't have it.

Not even close.

I thought I could find it.

I just wanted my mom to get better.

But she didn't want that.

And I do appreciate all her doctors.

They did absolutely all
they could do for her.

Yeah, but…

my father.

Your father?

He didn't think that way, did he?

He thought the doctors k*lled her.

But I only had one mother.

Who would stroke my head.

Who was able to look deep into my eyes…

and know if I'd eaten.

Never mind the rest of the family.

They don't understand the meaning of love.
They don't know anything.

k*lling the doctor.

Your father planned it?

I really didn't mean to hurt anyone.
I promise you, I didn't mean it.

But I tried to speak to her.

The doctors. I tried so hard,

I even shouted.

She wouldn't even look at me.
It made me so angry, I don't…

I don't even know what happened.

I guess I must have stabbed her.

Then I got scared and ran.

So what's going to happen to me?

What can you do, Berk?

Sometimes there's just nothing you can do.

Not everyone in this life can be saved.

Berk?

So sorry. I'm so sorry, Selin.

The ball, which follows a certain path
at a specific speed, should continue in a

direction different from the initial one.
The reason being that the ball that hits

the wall applies a reaction force, and in
return, the wall also applies a force back

-to--
-And?

And…

the ball, it should have bounced

back to me vectorially.

No worries, Berk.

See you tomorrow.

Hey, are you okay?

Serdar's story from earlier.

-It struck something, I think… in my mind.
-Don't worry about it.

People always do the worst damage
to those they love most.

But, then…

Sefa shouts at the doctor.

And the doctor doesn't react to him.

She doesn't look back at him at all.

She didn't deserve to be k*lled just
because she didn't look back.

I agree.

Only,
certain points don't make a bit of sense.

And it drives me crazy when things don't
make sense and when I'm unable to

figure them out.

Just crazy.

And?

Will you help me, please?

Help you how?

Here's my recipe.

The ratios are important.

Two boxes…

of red fruit juice.

A bottle of chocolate syrup.

As much corn syrup as possible.

Corn starch and cocoa.

And two packets of red food dye.

Then you lovingly mix it.

Sude! I'm home.

Hello.

Look what I got. Your favorite pizza with

four kinds of cheese.

I'm not really hungry.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm just tired.

Berk!

Inspector.

Captain.

It all makes sense now.

There are no signs of splashing
at the crime scene.

These are the photos from
our test yesterday.

You mean when Sefa stabbed her,
the doctor was already dead.

That's right, Inspector.

How's Umut?

Well, Umut is great.

My mom's with me to help, thankfully.

Önem, it's really hard to look
after a tiny baby, you know?

Tell me about it, my Sude,

oof, wouldn't sleep 'til

she was two-and-a-half.

Which meant, we couldn't either.

Is that true?

Well.

I've finished the autopsy.

I want to show you. Can I uncover her?

Yes, go ahead.

So, look at this.

Can I help?

The knife struck her deltoid.

At first glance,
it looks like this is what k*lled her,

but the wound isn't very deep.

Berk's theory is correct.

Aycan's heart was no longer
beating when she was stabbed.

Yes, but…

when we…

got there,
everything was covered in blood.

Because she was taking a blood thinner.
That would explain it.

So then, what k*lled her?

Well, her pupils are extremely dilated.

Salivary glands are suppressed and
her bladder muscles are paralyzed.

Everything here points to poisoning.

I've sent samples to toxicology.

But there is one more
thing you should know.

Önem, whoever did this must

have been in a hurry.

Because Aycan had stage four blood cancer.

What?

Yes.

In theory, you can reach a doctor with

the push of a button.

But in reality,
it can take months to get an appointment.

We see thousands of patients,
but you can't please everyone.

-Thank you very much.
-Here you go.

Thank you.

Oktay, sir.

Can you think of anyone
your wife had issues

with at the hospital or somewhere else?

Well…

not to my knowledge, no.

Did you notice anything strange,
a change in her behavior?

Like what?

Did she seem worried or
anxious in anyway at all?

Sorry, but I'm just a little bit confused.

Aycan's k*ller,
didn't you catch the boy already?

All I can say for the moment…

it's an ongoing investigation.

I mean, I don't know.

Everyone loved her, the other doctors,
and everyone she treated.

How did you get along with her?

She was both my teacher
and like my older sister.

My family's in Sivas.

She was sympathetic and would always
invite me for breakfast on Sunday.

Then you knew the family, right?

Yes.

Excuse me, I'd love some water.

The glasses are in that cupboard.

If you prefer cold water,
it's in the fridge.

How did Mrs.
Aycan and her husband get along?

Well… uh…

Yes?

Well, I wouldn't exactly say
that everything was perfect.

We were married for twenty years.

We had our good days and our bad days.

And what was a bad day like for her?

Well, um…

for some time now,
we've been two friends, basically.

More like colleagues
than a married couple.

And you knew that Doctor Aycan had cancer,
right?

What do you mean?

Of course I knew.

According to the forensic practitioner,

Aycan wasn't undergoing any
type of cancer treatment.

She was only taking…

painkillers, no more?

Yes.

And blood thinners as well.

It was Aycan's decision.

Listen, you have to understand.

Aycan had fought this illness previously.

As far as I know, she beat it, right?

Your wife had recovered from cancer.

Believe me, it wasn't any sort of victory.

The catheter she'd had inserted
gave her a pulmonary embolism.

That's why she took blood thinners.

NAİM HALİS LAWYER

Fighting cancer had exhausted Aycan.

That's why she gave up on treatment.

See,

what you're telling me is that your wife
intentionally and willingly made a

decision to give in to the illness?

Pardon me.

Yes, of course.

Yes?

I'm his father.

What?

All right.

I'm coming now.

Excuse me.

Yes.

I need your help, Ms. Önem.

Of course.

He tried to get into the prison with
a fake ID, claiming to be his brother.

And he had this pocket knife with him.

You understand the situation.

The boy has just lost his mother, I mean…

I'll speak to the prosecutor.

And then we can bring him home with us.

But if it's

all right

we'd also like to speak to him.

Of course.

That young man, he…

he k*lled my mother, you know?

Selcuk.

We believe that before he even entered
the room, your mother was already dead.

You're lying to me now.

And why would I do something like that?

Sefa is hardly an innocent party here,
but he didn't k*ll your mother.

Which means that whoever did k*ll her
is still out there, unfortunately.

And I want to see them punished.
Will you help me do that, please?

Was there anyone she argued with?
Anyone who might have wanted to hurt her?

I don't know.

Selcuk, listen.

You're angry. You're hurt.

I know, but you have to look past it.

Don't become blinded by your anger.
Please, try to think.

I need your help.

Okay? So please,
help me catch whoever k*lled your mother.

On Friday, I think it was on Friday.

I applied for my license,
but I realized I'd left

my ID card at home.

So I had to go back. When I got there…

my mother was arguing with a lady.

-And did you recognize the woman?
-No, I didn't know her.

Oh, but she was with a girl
who was in a wheelchair.

We come by once a week.

Doctor Nihal told me she knew of someone.

There was… an argument.

-Between you and Ms. Aycan, right?
-Good day, Mrs. Gunes.

Good day, Derya.

-What was it about, can you tell me?
-Well, it wasn't important, really.

I was bothering her about
more care for Ipek

and she got overwhelmed. She's right.

The number of people they
deal with every day.

I mean, we've been fighting Ipek's

illness for years.

I know how hard it is doing
this all on my own.

We've seen just about every
doctor there is by now.

Ipek.

Önem, com-m-m-m-m-m-com Com-mmissio-o-o

Co-co-co-

-Commissioner.
-Good job, honey.

Good job, my love.

Come on.

Ipek admires you.
She saw your tv interview and learned

how to do this sign. Right, my love?

That's right.

Good job.

When she was a child.

I mean, back before she got sick.
She wanted to join the police.

But she could barely speak.

Just the way she looks at the trees,
even that brings me joy.

Your husband?

He abandoned us after Ipek got ill.

Remarried.

Has a healthy child now.

Hey, look.

Yes, Aycan and I had an argument.

But then eventually made up and
had coffee together, afterwards.

I mean,
she was under so much stress as it was.

-By stress, do you mean her illness, or?
-Doctor Aycan was ill?

Then she kept it from me
so I wouldn't be upset.

I bothered her anyways,
oh God. How terrible of me. I had no idea.

You said stress.

Well, Inspector, I don't really know.

In my opinion,
she may have had a few family

troubles of some kind.

My specialty is family law.

Family law?

You're a divorce lawyer?

Is that why Ms. Aycan came to see you?

At first, anyway.

Until she reconsidered.

Why'd she want to get divorced?

She stayed quiet about it,

but she suspected her husband
was involved with someone else.

Well, that seems pretty reasonable to me.

So, why'd she reconsider?

Aycan was ill.

And divorce can be an exhausting process.

She just wanted to live peacefully.

You met her frequently over
the last couple of weeks.

Why? Was she reconsidering the divorce?

She wanted to get life insurance.

Life insurance?

May I see the policy, please?

I'll send it to you tomorrow morning.

I have to get to a hearing.

See you later.

Good day.

BÜLENT LAST SEEN AT KADİFEDERE
WOMAN'S DEAD-END

Oh sh*t.

Ipek Kutay's Instagram account.

She struggled for years
to help her daughter

through so many different
kinds of ailments

Two and a half million followers.

Tragedy always finds an audience.

But another person's tragedy,
isn't that right?

It has to belong to someone else.

I saw a lawyer.

We'll have the policy soon.

Good job.

Berk,
you mentioned a friend in toxicology.

Someone who could help speed things up.
What happened with that?

Yes, Muko-master.

What's that?

Mukremin,

The police department's
D and D dungeon master.

-Okay.
-It's role playing, Inspector.

We'll get them tomorrow.

Good job.

Well, then.

Dad.

Mert. Hello, son.

How are you?

Okay.

Inspector, let me introduce my son, Mert.

Mert, welcome to the
Graveyard. It's really good to meet you.

Hi.

What's up, Mert?

All good, you?

Sorry, you already know each other.

Hi, Mert.

So, what would you like?

Espresso, Americano, Cortado, cappuccino?
Or one of our exclusive recipes?

No. Thank you,
I'm good, but I do want to ask something.

Bulent.

Did you find him?

Inspector,
we can't just walk in and find Bulent.

Even if we do find him,

we're supposed to just stroll through
a neighborhood like that without the

riot police?

We can't go in with the riot police.

He'd disappear the second we got there.
It absolutely won't work.

Well, in this case, we
do have one other option.

Let's hear it.

Kadifedere,

Arap Sado runs it.

Hasan also knows this place well.

We'll go speak to the man.

Ask him to help us.

But asking a favor from a man
like him may come at a cost.

Yeah.

According to the toxicology report,
our victim was poisoned with

atropine, a

plant-based chemical.

Atropine is more commonly
known as belladonna.

Or, as we say in Turkish,
"beautiful woman's herb."

I imagine that everyone has
the exact same question.

Why would a…

plant have a sexist name like that,
right? Well, to understand this,

we need to go back to the Victorian Era.
The Victorian Era,

gender roles,

and the belladonna plant. The Victorian
Era spanned from eighteen-thirty-seven to

nineteen-oh-one, the
reign of Queen Victoria.

Inspector.

Ms. Aycan's lawyer sent over a
copy of the insurance policy.

Thank you, Berk.

But didn't Doctor Aycan have terminal
cancer? I thought patients like that can't

-get life insurance.
-That's right.

The contract contains a clause stating
that the policy wouldn't be valid if

the recipient were to die of
an illness that preexists.

So if she dies of cancer,
there would be no compensation.

So the only way to get
compensated would be an accident--

Or m*rder.

In the event that Ms. Aycan should die,

the twenty-five million in compensation
goes to Selcuk Ozata.

But since Selcuk is still underage,
the twenty-five million is passed on.

To you.

Are you accusing me of
k*lling my own wife?

Is that what we're doing?

Hasan, brother. Are you doing that?

Are you accusing the doctor here
of brutally murdering his wife?

Is that really what you're doing?

Or maybe you had your girlfriend
do it for you.

-Ahhh. Well, yes. That's also possible.
-What're you talking

about? What girlfriend?

What could you mean by that?

Girlfriend, you say?

Who could that person be?

God, oh God.

Nobody has a girlfriend.

Same attitude, same words,
man. It's always the same with you guys.

Always the same.

How long have you been together?

A month?

A year?

I think you have the situation all wrong.

No.

It all seems perfectly clear.

Aycan opened her home to you, her family.

And you, you say thank you by stealing

the woman's husband.

-Their relationship was long over by then.
-Oh, really?

That's my bad, then.

How could I?

You say this is a marriage
that only exists on paper.

But according to who, exactly?

In fact,
Aycan met with a divorce attorney.

Which was great news for you,
wasn't it, now?

But it didn't go the way you expected.

Aycan went back on the decision.

So then, it was up to you to wait

for the perfect moment.

-Am I wrong?
-But I didn't do anything!

Shhh. Calm down.

Relax.

I'm telling you to keep it together.

In this room, you have to behave yourself.

But, I didn't do anything to Aycan.

I didn't.

All right.

I had an affair with Nihal.

But I mean,
some part of the responsibility

lies with Aycan.

Dear God.

So it's your wife who's
to blame for your affair?

When Aycan first got ill,
we spent most of our life savings

on treatment for her.

And this caused some problems
that we couldn't solve.

Sorry.

You're clearly in the right, brother.

Doesn't this man have a point?

He spent so much money on her treatment.

And money's important obviously.
It can be very expensive to get ill,

after all.

So you're right.

All your savings were gone.

Anyways, what does a human life mean?

She wasn't the same after her illness.

She rejected me at home.

Used the guest room.

We…

our whole husband and wife
relationship was gone.

Oh my.

Grandpa's playing with his d*ck
while Grandma boils molasses.

-What are you saying?
-What am I saying?

What do I mean?

I think you get it.

Your wife is fighting for her life
and it's your d*ck you're worried about.

You can't speak to me like this.

How am I supposed to speak?!

Can't you understand me?

And what are you going to do about it,
if you don't like the way I'm speaking?!

What's the matter?

Did I hurt your g*dd*mn pride?

We remained married for
the sake of our son.

Why would I m*rder my child's mother?

Love can be a pretty good reason.
That's been said for hundreds of years.

But in this case there happens
to be an even better one, Nihal.

I think it comes down to the money.

Hearing this from another woman is bad.

But I'm a doctor.

Are you seriously trying to tell
me that you believe this?

Well, I hate to disappoint you,
but I think that bad is bad.

No matter who it is.

Male or female.

Bad is bad, brother.

It doesn't matter if you're
educated or not.

You did this, didn't you?

Huh?

You k*lled your wife?

k*lled her for the money, right?

-Manipulated your girlfriend, right?
-I didn't do anything.

Huh? Manipulated her into helping to
k*ll your wife, didn't you, man? You

k*lled that innocent, sick lady. Don't
you point your finger at me. How'd you

like that?

But I didn't do anything. I didn't do
this to her. Why would I k*ll my wife?

Didn't you swear an oath?

Huh?

Didn't you make a promise that you
wouldn't harm anyone, doctor?

What happened?

You caused harm.

You even hurt that woman you seduced.

And you hurt your seriously
ill wife as well.

And your son, you hurt him too.

Everyone.

You've harmed them all.

Doctor, you harm everything you touch.

I didn't manipulate Nihal.

For so long…

I tried to ignore my feelings for her,
but…

I was defeated.

I couldn't.

The day she died,
Aycan showed me the results

of two lab tests.

One of them showed that
the patient was ill,

but the other person was totally healthy.

What are you saying?

Who was the patient?

I don't know, I don't remember.

She said the patient was one of mine,
I know that much.

She also said…

-that the report was evidence of fraud.
-Did you save the reports?

Yes, I did.

They're in the pocket of my suit.

We're able to get a warrant.

We would have to search your house.

I accept that.

Aycan…

if she was k*lled over this,
I'll never forgive myself.

They both surrendered
their phones willingly.

Their messages show nothing to
indicate they were involved.

Well, if they both handed
their phones in willingly,

then they certainly could have
deleted certain messages.

Selin checked it out.

They deleted other stuff.

What kind of stuff?

-Sexting messages.
-What?

Sexting.

Sexual flirtation over texts.

You had better delete this, lover.

I still think she's hiding something.

Inspector.

What is it?

I have conducted a thorough search
of the house and the hospital.

Test results are nowhere to be found.

The k*ller could have
removed them already.

Hey, old man.

What're you doing?

Let's have a drink somewhere.

Some other time,
brother. I'm meeting with a friend.

A friend, you say?

Huh?

Then let me give you a ride there.

No thank you.

-It's the other way.
-So, who cares if it's the

other way. Let me drop you there.

There's no need.

How about next time, brother?

All right.

Have a good time, then.

Good night.

Year nineteen-fifty-one.

The Korean w*r.

Soldiers on board the Cayuga Battleship.

They came across a horrible
scene on the shores of Korea.

Bodies torn apart,
shell fragments everywhere.

Nineteen people right by the ocean.
On the verge of death.

They called the ship's doctor,
a man named Joseph Sear.

Without his help. these people would have

no chance of surviving.

Cancer simply isn't

real.

When this man

came to me.

He had been

-diagnosed with stage two leukemia
-But there was a slight problem.

-But there was a problem.
-Doctor Sear, the man tasked with saving

the lives of these wounded soldiers. The
ship's only doctor…

Doctor.
He turned to someone for treatment.

Who was it?

-Wasn't even a college graduate.
-Did you treat this man, Doctor

-Aycan, I'm asking if you treated him…
-He was an imposter.

A monument was born last night.

In a time as short as
the length of my skirt,

My rebellion grew so immense within me.

I transcended my body.

I migrated to the other realm.