03x07 - Where is Serra

[bunniefuu]

I had to do it.

I had to do it, and you know it.

I told you he doesn't see you
the way I see you.

I could've been better than him.

I had to do it, and you know it very well.

Say something.

It's just a gift, Zeynep.

When he gets you one, you light up.

But when I get you a gift,
you're horrified.

I had no choice.

Why do I make you so uncomfortable?

Say something. Talk to me.

Why do I bother you?

Just talk!

I had to do it.

Will you just talk to me?

I had to, and you know it. Talk!

Say something, woman!

Talk! Just talk!

It's all your fault.

GRAVEYARD
WHERE IS SERRA?

It's just for a few days, Sude.

Until I'm back.

Come on, please. Don't frown.

Prosecutor Gökhan's place is
the safest right now.

-It'll be under 24-hour surveillance.
-Just great.

There will be some kid there I don't know.

So what? You'll meet him.

Also, you can keep your phone on,

but our rules are clear.

Don't share your location on social media,

and don't post stuff like,
"We're here with so-and-so," okay?

-Okay.
-Please.

-Okay, but you keep your GPS on.
-Fine.

I'll keep it on just for you, I promise.

Mom.

Do you really have to go?

Yes, I really have to go.

But I also have to come back.

For you.

Right, my little peanut?

Sweetheart. My one and only.

The victim is Meltem Kayalar.

35 years old.

She was a marketing manager
at a well-known hotel.

Hotel Alfios.

Hotel Alfios.

You knew Ms. Meltem personally?

I know her, Chief.

I mean, I knew her.

She came to town a couple of years ago.

She was a quiet and decent person
as far as we know.

All right.

Security found her last night,
leaning against one of the columns.

We haven't moved the body yet.

I spoke with the DA.

The local administrative authorities
in Izmir and Aydın will assist you.

Thank you. Much appreciated.
We're done here.

Feriha, what do you think?

Rigor mortis has fully set in, sir.

She died eight to ten hours ago.

And the bruises inflicted on her face
haven't changed color yet.

So she was probably roughed up
before she died.

Cause of death?

There are contusions around the neck
and petechiae on the face.

She was strangled.

I can tell you the exact cause
after the autopsy, sir.

I'll head to Forensics now.

Of course.

Thanks, Feriha.

No bag, no phone.

No trace of personal belongings, sadly.

Prosecutor, sir!

Yes, Berk.

The box is crushed

but not deformed.

With the black bow, the numbers, and all,
this resembles the other boxes.

Further analysis will give us
a conclusive result.

Was she k*lled here?

She was clearly dragged.

The backs and heels of her shoes
are worn down.

He dragged her here after k*lling her.

He chose this place on purpose.

The council chamber.

Where only men speak

and make the laws.

All right, Berk.

If you've got everything,
you'll be heading back to Istanbul.

-Examine the evidence found there.
-Yes, Chief.

I'm heading back too, Chief.

Please keep me updated.

Of course, sir.
And thank you again for taking Sude in.

No need. Of course.

-Chief Inspector, any words?
-Chief Inspector!

Chief Inspector!

-Chief Inspector!
-Chief Inspector!

Chief Inspector!

Gündem News. Is the victim
the missing woman named Serra?

Is it true that there was a box
by her side?

Efes'in Son Sözü News.

Have you been communicating
with the k*ller through notes?

Any words?

-Chief Inspector, please elaborate!
-Chief Inspector!

Chief Inspector,
please answer the questions!

Chief Inspector!

Mr. Hasan, wait.

Who's the reporter for Efes'in Son Sözü?

Whoever they are, please step forward!

Fine, show us all the footage you have.

Efes'in Son Sözü News.

Have you been communicating
with the k*ller through notes?

No one knew about the notes.

Confiscate all the footage.
Check their press passes.

-Chief Inspector!
-Okay, everyone. This way, please.

Please come show us your press passes.

You'll send all the footage
to the address we'll give you.

One by one, please.

SELÇUK DISTRICT GENDARMERIE COMMAND

Good day.

Welcome, Chief.

-Thank you, Commander.
-Hello.

I'll show you your room.

Everything all right?

It'll be, eventually.

Chief, we've assigned this room to you.

If you need anything, let us know.

-Thanks, Captain Tekin.
-Good luck.

Chief, there's no local paper
called Efes'in Son Sözü.

I figured.

I reviewed the footage they sent too.

Sadly, I can't make out his face.
He made sure to stay toward the back.

He's being bold, supposedly.

If that's our guy,
he's responsible for Meltem's m*rder too.

Yeah, he asked
if we were communicating with the k*ller.

Exactly.

How did I miss that?

Mr. Altan, right?

-Yes, welcome.
-Thank you.

I guess what we heard is true.

Unfortunately. My condolences.

I appreciate it. Please come in.

I'm deeply saddened.

She was a good employee
and a decent person.

When was the last time you saw Ms. Meltem?

I left the hotel around 7:00 p.m.

She was still here.
That was the last time.

Can we see the security footage?

Sure. Right this way.

Here, she's leaving the lobby.
It's 8:58 p.m.

She had her bag with her, Chief.

She looks uneasy.

Was there a problem?

I mean, she generally got along well
with the guests and staff.

But I won't lie to you.

Lately she'd been a bit down.

Why?

Three days ago,
there was a big wedding here.

There was a minor dispute
with one of the families.

Whose wedding was it?

The Kahramans. They're locals.

Their youngest son Serkan
was getting married.

They're influential people.

Getting on their bad side
might've frightened Meltem a bit.

Chief, she left in a cab.
I have the plate number.

She usually called our local taxi stand.
Just around the corner.

I asked, "Home?"
She said, "I'll give you the directions."

We took the road out of town.

Did she talk to anyone on the phone
during the ride?

No, she didn't talk at all.

She just stared out the window.

Was there anyone waiting for her
where you dropped her off?

Did you see anyone?

There was no one.

But she said,
"A friend will pick me up, Rıza."

Since I know the area,
I didn't think anything bad would happen.

I dropped her off here.

You can drop us off here too, Mr. Rıza.

Sure, Inspector.

Okay, Hasan. Got it.

Thank you.

Chief, there's a camera
overlooking Meltem's house.

She never made it home yesterday.

So this is the place she was last seen.

Should I call in the crime scene team?

Do it.

Though the rain has washed
everything away.

Still, it's worth
doing a thorough examination.

No one saw or heard anything,
is that right, Mr. Hasan?

Small town, Chief.
People don't talk easily.

Yes?

-We want to see Cihan Kahraman.
-The boss is in Istanbul.

Who's here?

-His dad and cousins.
-Which way?

-Turn right.
-Thanks. Good day.

Yes, Gökçe?

The crime scene team didn't find
any trace of blood in the initial sweep.

No sign of a struggle either.

Maybe she wasn't taken by force.

Maybe she got into a vehicle willingly.

And the land right next to the scene.

The owner is Cihan Kahraman.

All right, understood. Thanks.

What's this about?

Meltem Kayalar. Hotel Alfios.

We heard about it. We're very sorry.

Three days ago,

you organized a wedding there.

And you had an argument
with Meltem Kayalar. Is that correct?

Yes, there was some confusion.

Our boys may have raised
their voices a little.

But it wasn't a big deal.

The last place she was seen is
right next to your land.

The land that belongs to Cihan Kahraman.

We own a lot of land, Inspector.

We're a big family. See?

All of them are my nephews.

I have children.

-I'll also have grandkids.
-Where is Cihan?

We're locals here, Pops.

"Pops"?

Excuse me?

We've been in this business here
for a very long time.

My grandfather's legacy.

From grandfather to father,
from father to me, and from me to Cihan.

Cihan must be busy
running around, working hard.

Where were you and your nephews
last night, Mr. Sait?

Chief Inspector.

We're sad for Ms. Meltem too.

But if you're thinking of
coming after us over this,

don't bother.

It's a dead end.

Efes'in Son Sözü News.

Have you been communicating
with the k*ller through notes?

Efes'in Son Sözü News.

Have you been communicating
with the k*ller through notes?

Efes'in Son Sözü News.

Have you been communicating
with the k*ller through notes?

Efes'in Son Sözü News.

Have you been communicating
with the k*ller through notes?

Serra isn't here.
She might've been held here.

Fingerprints and body fluid.
It's highly likely we'll find some DNA.

Go on, come.

Whoa, that's enough.

-Hey there.
-Hi.

Hello, man. Welcome.

Boss, I'm heading out on a long trip.

When I hit the gas,
it makes a whistling sound.

I'll check. No worries.

We have a lounge here.
Let me get you tea, man.

It'll take that long?
I'll let the missus know.

-Go on, Samet.
-I'll bring your tea now.

I'll call the missus, bro.

Hello?

Honey?

I'll be a bit late.

-Give it gas.
-Hold on.

Just let me tell you why.

-Car trouble.
-Step on it, son.

The mechanic is fixing it.

"What mechanic"? Seriously?
A car mechanic, duh.

Okay? I won't be too late.

Step on it a little more.

Okay, honey, they can wait.
What's the big deal?

We're at your parents' every vacation.
They can cut us some slack for once.

A little more. Go on.

Did I say we're not going?

Okay, you just finish packing.

I'll be there.

Yes, boss?

-Your turbo is blown.
-Really?

-Should I not use the car?
-Don't you take it on the road.

Do you let the missus drive it?

-Right, jerk. I let the lady drive.
-f*ck!

Hush.

Are you out of your damn mind?

Get closer to it, and you'll start
counting the pixels. Think of your eyes.

Hasan, I was about to call you.

What have you found?

So…

I checked the cameras
around the area where the body was found.

Watch the time. 3:41 a.m.

The spot where we found
Meltem's body is empty.

I'll fast-forward a minute.

Here on the left.

-These were tampered with.
-Exactly, Hasan.

-The camera was set to loop.
-Meaning?

Before the k*ller dumped the body,

he copied the recording up to that moment
and had it replay.

But there's something he overlooked.

Now look at this footage from 3:50 a.m.

As the car passes under the streetlight,
its shadow falls on the ground.

That doesn't look like
a regular sedan or a taxi.

Where did it go?

I checked the surrounding cameras
and the town's CCTV footage,

but I found nothing.

I mean, he might have taken
the mountain road.

Nice work, Gökçe.

He apparently overlooked you too.

Thanks, brother.

I've shared the footage
with Selin and Berk.

Maybe we can identify the make and model.

YOU BETRAY YOUR OWN KIND
MALE PUPPET

BECAUSE OF "MEN" LIKE YOU, WOMEN…

-Hello.
-Haluk, welcome.

-Should I take them off?
-No need.

How are the kids?

Good. They're inside.
Come into the living room.

-Coffee?
-Please.

What they're writing as news
is awful, Prosecutor.

And it doesn't even stop there.

Those texts I'm getting…

"What kind of man are you?"

"You've become a sl*ve for women."
All rubbish.

There's a generation out there

that thinks men should oppress,
scorn, and disregard women.

And I'm raising a boy, Haluk.

Can you imagine?

I remember the day we adopted him.

For the first time,

I'm petrified
that I won't be able to protect him

or set a good example.

The night Serdar was born,

I was pacing back and forth
in the hospital hallway.

Suddenly, a nurse appeared.

She put Serdar in my arms. Like…

He was so tiny.

At that moment,
the g*n on my waist felt so heavy

and so utterly meaningless.

Then it clicked.

Being a father means

your heart beats outside your body.

I realized it then.

I keep thinking, Haluk.

That anger out there, that language…

What if it gets to my son too?

I'm scared I'll fail as a father.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Yes, maybe that poison out there
will always be there.

But you'll teach him

right from wrong.

Okay, Sude.

Don't worry, dear.

I love you so much too.

Bye, sweetie.

Serdar is on the line.

-Good morning, Chief.
-Good morning.

Go ahead, Serdar.

Chief, the mechanic, Halil,
isn't saying a word, but he will.

His apprentice, Samet, mentioned stuff.

They told him to search the safe
at the printing house.

He didn't name anyone, but he will.

He just wanted to get that one box back?

There was clearly some evidence inside.

The DNA found on the box?
Did the results come in?

Not yet, but the reports on the samples
from the printing house are in.

Five different male profiles. Thanks.

We're working on identifying them.

And the box we found near Meltem is
identical to the others.

So there's no copycat. One of them did it.

Exactly.

And Meltem was indeed
one of the women on the wall,

numbered and marked with a black bow.

Okay.

-And the others who got a box?
-We identified them all.

They're now under protection.

-Good. Nice work. Thank you. Bye.
-Thank you, Chief.

Feriha finished the autopsy.
She's on her way.

How are you, Önem?

I'm torn to pieces, Feriha.

Part of me stayed in Istanbul with Sude.

Another part is out here
looking for Serra.

And another part of me is grieving
Meltem's lost life.

On top of that,
dozens of women are in danger.

I can't think about how I am.
I don't know.

Önem, sweetheart.

Even when you're in pieces,

you're stronger than those cowards.

You know that, right?

I know, dear.
I'm not planning on giving up anyway.

Never mind me. Show me what you have.

All right.

The cause of death is asphyxia.

There are petechiae on the face
and bruising on the lips. She suffocated.

No fingerprints or scratches.

No ligature marks either.

But there are diffuse injuries
on the front and sides of the neck.

So the k*ller came up from behind her

and strangled her
with the inside of his forearm.

-Exactly.
-A choke hold.

Complete physical control.

He silenced his victim
without even seeing her face.

Look at the roofline.

It doesn't extend toward the back.

Right. It's the cargo bed.
The rear is open.

So our vehicle is a pickup.

Definitely.

I found something.

I mean, I think I did.
Run this number through the database.

Right away, Inspector.

Inspector?

I have skills too, Berk.

I have skills too.

-What's up, kids? Do we have anything?
-We do, old man.

We have both good and bad news.

Bad one first.

Examining its shadow, we've established
that the vehicle is a pickup.

But we couldn't find any clues
to identify who it might belong to.

And the good news?

Her call logs show

that Meltem had been talking to
someone frequently.

-Could it be her partner?
-Probably. They'd been texting a lot too.

And guess who the number belongs to?

Kerem Kahraman.

Chief Inspector Önem Özülkü,
Special Crimes.

Cihan Kahraman.

-Officer Hasan Duru.
-Please.

Mr. Sait.

You can leave. Bring us tea.

Dad.

You go on, girl. Sit.

-Welcome.
-Thank you.

So, they told me you've been here before.

How can I help you?

-Meltem Kayalar.
-I heard about it.

I'm very sorry.

Any developments?

You knew her?

Of course. And I was very fond of her.

She and Kerem were together.

Kerem?

Kahraman?

Your brother?

Yes, my brother.

So Meltem and Kerem were together.

You didn't mention it before.

It was some fling we didn't approve of.

-It came and went.
-Dad.

It's the truth.

She was a fancy city girl.

She wasn't right for our family
or for Kerem.

In his situation, it was a no-go.

Kerem had a gym accident
when he was very young.

He's paraplegic,
but he's a national team swimmer.

God took my son's legs,

but he gave me a daughter
who is no less than a man.

Where is Mr. Kerem? Can I speak with him?

He was at a tournament in the US.

As soon as he heard,
he took the first flight.

He'll be here in a few hours.

We found five different DNA profiles
at the printing house.

We now know who four of them belong to.

We've informed the prosecutor.
We're launching the operations.

Be careful, Serdar.

Copy that, Chief.

But the real issue is… Berk.

Quick and clear.

-Chief.
-Yes, Berk?

The analysis of the DNA
found on the box inside the safe is in.

The DNA belongs to
someone named Zeynep Köprülü.

Zeynep Köprülü.

-Has she also received a box?
-No, Chief.

Zeynep Köprülü died ten years ago.

It was officially recorded
as a car accident.

What's interesting is
the accident occurred in Selçuk.

So this story dates way back?

Come in.

Chief, sorry to interrupt.
Kerem Kahraman is here.

Mr. Kerem, when was the last time
you spoke with Meltem?

The night she died.

Around 8:00 p.m. We talked on the phone.

Then the news came.

Well, how did she sound?

Did she mention
she was going to see someone?

She said, "I'm almost done."

"Then I'll head home."

I don't know if she sounded a bit cold.

If I'd suspected something
and called her back,

none of this would have happened.

I can't believe
it's happening all over again.

"All over again"?

Ten years ago,
I lost my girlfriend in a car accident.

Zeynep.

I'll lose my mind. They won't stop.

#ÖnemÖzülküResign

Most are fake.

Bot accounts created just to attack.

It doesn't matter if they're bots or not.

People believe them.

-Sadly.
-Look at this.

It says, "Shut down the bureaus
run by female officers."

Thousands of likes.

Some of them use strange language.

Same old hate speech.

No.

WE NEED A MAN, NOT INCOMPETENT SLUTS

These aren't just insults.

Have you noticed
they keep using the same concepts?

They've created
their own language of battle.

Look at this.

"The arrow has left the bow.
No turning back."

"Manhood doesn't bend or break.
It rises straight and tall."

Wasn't there an arrow

in one of those plates?

Number one.

First piece of the circle.

Two.

Second piece of the circle.

Three.

The circle is complete.

This piece should go
right into the center of the circle.

And it should face upward.

A vertical line.

It should complete this line.

And the arrow.

The symbol of rising masculinity.

"Menarewakingup.net."

"Men are waking up"?

"The awakening.
Return to order, remember, rise."

"The world has forgotten manhood.
We'll remind them."

"The King, Manifesto, 25."

They have a manifesto.

"There's one leader in a herd,
and there's one captain on a ship."

Authority cannot be shared.

All homes where the man is not the captain
are just boats doomed to sink.

We're coming to reclaim that helm
and to reestablish the hierarchy.

Capital doesn't like cowards.

Taking risks, managing crises,
making something out of nothing…

These are all men's work.

Women who make decisions
based on their emotions can't be leaders.

The business world demands logic,
not mercy.

The modern world is a big showcase
that exploits men.

They turn their beauty into capital
and their sexuality into weapons here.

This system was built to erase men.

The real threat that will lead us
to biological annihilation

is women's say over their bodies
and the decisions regarding reproduction.

This situation clearly limits men's power.

It threatens our health.

Reproductive anxiety, low sperm counts,
and declining testosterone levels.

-Professor, can we just sign in and leave?
-Who are you?

I'll show you who I am.

Come here.

Cuff him.

-You can't do this to me.
-Sorry, guys.

Smile for the camera.

Do you know who I am?

Huh? Do you? Where are you taking me?

They did a sloppy job with this file.

Two photos and one report.

-Two interviews just for show.
-Of course.

No autopsy or traffic expert report.

The accident report lists
the cause as "driver error."

Of course.

Still, is it normal
that two of Kerem's girlfriends died,

or most likely, were k*lled?

You think he had a hand in it?

No, I don't suspect Kerem.

I mean, when Zeynep died,
Kerem was hospitalized anyway.

When Meltem died, he was in the US.

Considering the Kahramans,

I don't think
they'd dare do something like this.

Hatred towards alphas.

And women who choose the same alpha.

Even Kerem's accident
seems suspicious to me.

Who did they interview, Mr. Hasan?

One was her father.
The other, her friend, Şule Gençoğulları.

She gave two statements,
but there are no details.

Let's talk to this Şule Gençoğulları
ourselves, shall we?

And request the original copy
of Zeynep's file, Gökçe.

Will do, Chief.

Where is Serra, you a*s?

Huh? Where did you take the girl?

I don't know where Serra is,
but my lawyer is on his way.

Look, I'm not taking
"I don't know" as an answer.

Answer the question I asked.

Where is Serra?

I don't know, sir. I swear I don't.

Gramps, what you're going on about
has nothing to do with what I'm asking.

You've been jangling my nerves
since you got here. Answer my question.

Where is Serra?

You're trying to scare me, aren't you?

But don't forget,
you can never imprison ideas.

God, I'm going to lose it!

I swear I'll f*ck you up!

Answer my question, or I'll f*ck you up.
Where is the girl?

"Girl," huh? It's just some broad, man.
What's the big deal?

Maybe she wanted to disappear.

You never know with women.

She wanted to, huh?

She wanted to?

You're right.

I can't help it.

Sometimes I just overreact.

-You see me overreact now!
-What the hell?

-Look me in the eye!
-No cops here?

You m*therf*cker. You f*cking…

We met on a forum.

The King chose us there.

He said, "You're not losers.
You're warriors."

"Civilization was built by men,
but women have occupied it."

He promised us our dignity.

"You'll instill fear,
and they'll tremble and obey."

He told us, "Unleash the wild inside you."

"Only then will you be respected."

Don't get all philosophical, Gramps.
Answer it.

Who is funding this operation?

Where does the money come from?

The King has been handling the financing
through cryptocurrency.

Untraceable. Robust security.

"Robust security"?

Screw your corporate buzzwords. Answer me.

Why these women? How did you pick them?

We used a secret app.

What kind of app?

A secret app.

You dickhead!

It has a "target" button.

Many men added
their ex-girlfriends, female bosses,

and ex-wives
they're paying alimony to as targets.

Then the King stepped in.

He personally chose 64 profiles
from the pool.

Like a chessboard.

And I hacked their cloud accounts.

The moment they left home, we'd go in.
But the orders were strict.

Gold, money, and laptops.
These were never to be touched.

That way, she wouldn't think,
"A burglar broke in."

She'd think, "It must be a stalker."

And she'd lose it.

So you'd rather be a stalking sicko, huh?

I'd expect some f*cking decency
at your age.

You scumbag.

Go on, tell me!

The printing house was our hub.
We prepared everything there.

We loaded the bikes and boxes
that'd go out of town into my truck,

hiding them behind
fruit and vegetable crates.

Once in the city, unload the bike,
do the job, then reload it.

The operation ran flawlessly.

I'll f*ck up your operation, no worries.

Who is leading this ring? Who is the King?

We never saw him. I swear we never did.

We only communicated
through the app and forums.

You saw no one in person? Huh?

No one came to the printing house
and brought the money?

This guy, Shadow, came.
I don't know his name.

But he wasn't the King.

He was the King's right hand.

He just took orders.

-Why Serra?
-She was the first one to be kidnapped.

So the red bow is for the women
to be kidnapped?

The women who would die
because the cops couldn't find them.

And the black bow is for the ones
to be k*lled?

They would die
because the cops couldn't find us.

Where is Serra, you a*s?

When the police raided the printing house,
the King moved to plan B.

He said, "Leave the rest to me."

Shadow showed up with someone,
and we left.

Who was it?

The mechanic's apprentice. Samet.

I swear to God, I'll be damned
if I let you walk out of this room.

Where did you take the woman?

Where did you take the woman?

-Where did you take her?
-I didn't take any woman!

-What did you take?
-Just a big suitcase!

What suitcase?

I don't know, sir.

-What was in the suitcase?
-I don't know, sir.

-What was in the suitcase, man?
-I don't know.

-What was in it?
-I don't know.

What was in the suitcase?

-Huh?
-Sir…

Look, suitcases are for carrying items.

-What was in the suitcase?
-Sir…

-You assholes!
-Sir…

-What was inside?
-I don't know.

Huh? What did you carry in it?

Huh? What was in the suitcase?

-What was in it?
-Sir--

Huh?

-You carried her in a suitcase, you a*s?
-Sir--

Did you carry the woman
in a suitcase? Huh?

In a suitcase?

-Wait! Please don't!
-Get over here.

Sir, please! Sir, don't!

-God damn you all!
-Sir, please stop!

God damn you!

You scumbags!

-Sir, please don't! I'm begging you!
-You dirtbags!

Where did you take her?

Near the Gebze exit. I was told
to leave it on the side of the road.

Sir…

I swear I thought about backing out.

I swear I thought about backing out, sir!

I swear I was going to back out!

But he said, "I won't stop."

He said, "I won't stop
until all women are trembling with fear!"

Sir, I swear I thought about backing out.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

Enjoy.

-Go ahead, Ms. Şule. I'm listening.
-Zeynep was two grades ahead of me.

But we were neighbors.
Our families were close.

She was like an older sister to me.

Do you remember anyone
bothering her back then?

Anyone who tried
to get in contact with her?

I don't know.

I mean, I don't think so.

You made a statement
along those lines back then.

I don't remember.

Like I said, it was a long time ago.

But we were devastated.
Zeynep was a really good person.

-I see.
-Mom!

Sweetheart.

My darling. My love.

I want my other crayons.

Honey, can you look for a second?

-Darling?
-Daddy!

Come here, peanut.

Welcome.

I want my other crayons.

Your other crayons? Let's go get them.

Excuse us.

Which ones?

-Red ones?
-Pink.

Pink ones.