02x07 - Nostos Algos – Part 1

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Hello. I am,
Sude Özülkü. Every story has its ending.

Real Monsters is no exception,
we've reached the end.

Up until today, I've told stories through

the criminals' eyes.

Now I want to try something different.

Today,
I'm going to narrate a victim's story.

Seher Duru.

Mert, you have to explain this.

The video, the messages.

Mert, you're just a kid.

Maybe you made a mistake.

It wasn't on purpose.

Let's say I made… a mistake. So what?

I'm here for you.

Super.

Mert,
please know you can talk to me or dad.

Seher, honey,
something happened to this phone.

It's frozen again.

Coming, dad!

Surprise!

Surprise.

Congratulations!

Congratulations, my dear girl.

-Come here, my lawyer daughter.
-Come.

Four years ago,

she was working as an intern at a law
firm and had just passed the bar.

-Come, come. Hurry up, Mert!
-Everyone around Seher. Mert, come closer.

-Here we go.
-Make a wish!

Yes.

Hello? Mrs. Zeynep. Hello.

What Seher didn't know was that the day
she spent celebrating with her family

-would be the last day of her life.
-Come here, come here.

Don't run off so quickly.

I'm so proud of you.

Congratulations, my dear girl.

I'm turning it off now.

No. He won't take leave.

No, he won't.

Stubborn as a goat.

At least talk to Mert and ask him if he
can stay around to look after him for a

few days.

All right, Inspector.

Hello, Feriha.

Önem.

Bülent's autopsy is finished.

I found the fragment of
a b*llet in his spine.

From the tissue that grew around
the wound, I would say…

the b*llet likely entered Bülent's
body four years ago.

Seher was k*lled then.

I didn't k*ll your daughter.

The person who did also shot me
that night with the same g*n.

I went to the prison yesterday.
Bülent told me where the m*rder weapon is.

How come?

He said that while he was fighting the
guy, the weapon fell into wet cement on

-the ground.
-Hasan, Captain, I found something.

This is the g*n that k*lled Seher.

I found fingerprints on the barrel.

They're Bülent's prints.

According to him, he was protecting
himself from the person who was pointing

-the g*n.
-Friends, Bülent was stabbed in prison.

His condition?

Unfortunately, he died.

GRAVEYARD

NOSTOS ALGOS PART 1

I'm firing!

Rifling is the same.

The fragment found in Bülent's body and
the cartridge from the crime scene must

have been fired by the same weapon.

A standard three fifty-seven
caliber b*llet

weighs eleven point five-three grams.

Eleven point five-three grams.

I have the b*llet found
at the crime scene here.

Eleven point oh-one grams.
Half a gram has gone missing.

So what? That's hardly abnormal, Berk.

Yes,

it's perfectly normal
for there to be a bit

of lost weight after the weapon's fired,
but…

this is the b*llet that was inside of,
Bülent.

Seven point oh-one grams.

So, where do you think the rest is?

Well, I have a theory about that.

At seven twenty-seven P.M., Zeynep Yilmaz,

a partner at the law firm
where she was interning,

called Seher and asked her to bring some
documents from a claim case to her

husband and partner, Doruk Yilmaz.

GPS shows that Seher was only there for
nine minutes and thirty-eight seconds.

After which,

she received a call and
arrived at the place

where she would take her last breath.

The crime scene report noted that the
footprints were muddled due to freshly

poured cement at the location.

That's why the investigating team assumed
there were at least two people at

the crime scene that night.

-Bülent and Seher.
-Yes.

There… is our k*ller.

Bülent, yes?

Well, let's just say the k*ller for now.

Right here is our m*rder weapon.

Stop! Stop!

Stop!

The b*llet enters from here.

Looking at the angle of the exit wound…

it would be impossible
for the b*llet found

in the wall to be the same b*llet as
the one that came out of Seher's body.

Meaning, the g*n was fired twice, right?

Exactly. Captain, can you come here?

Please, Captain, over here.

Let's suppose that I'm Bülent.

The laser, please.

Stop!

So, the rest of the b*llet
is lodged inside Seher.

Thank you, my son.

Say hi to your mother.

Yes, of course.

-All right.
-Dad.

Yes, what?

Well, there's not much to do at work.

I can ask for permission
to take some time.

We can go on a fishing trip like
old times, father and son.

You still have your boat?

Of course I do, I still have the boat.

It could use some work, but we'll fix it.

Great.

All right.

I'll see you later, then.

Hey, dad.

Huh?

Dad, I'm sorry. I wasn't fair to you.

But at least now we know that
Seher can rest in peace.

Inspector.

Hasan, hello.

Can we talk about something?

SPOT WHERE SEHER FELL

No way.

No way.

It's a no.
To find that piece of the b*llet would

mean opening up Seher's grave.
There's no way.

I won't let that happen.

Inspector.

You asked me before if I wanted
to take leave. I want to now.

Of course you may.

Thank you for everything.

Hasan, wait!

Berk, if you do this,
then Mert will never talk to me again.

I won't give my son up
for the second time.

Dad, I'm sorry. I wasn't fair to you.

But at least now we know that
Seher can rest in peace.

Opening up the grave at this point…

will cause even more suffering.

But we would discover the truth.

The truth? That won't bring Seher back.

But I came here for another reason.

The ministry wants to expand Special
Crimes throughout the country.

There would be a ceremony and a
press event to go along with it.

You'll be given a plaque
for your achievements.

Haluk, this is bad timing.

Okay, that's what I'll tell them.
I'll say, sorry, Minister,

Inspector Önem says it's not a good time.
But maybe some other time down the road.

You should have your uniform dry cleaned
as soon as possible. It's in one week.

Inspector.

Hasan just called.

You're not flawed, you're a coward.

It's easier that way,
right? You're afraid of living.

Sorry about coming here without calling.

It's no bother at all.

Except Mert's not here.

He went to Eminönü to get the fishing
supplies that you'll need.

He's really just so excited.

Nihan, we need to talk for a minute.
May I come in?

-I just brewed some tea, if you want cup?
-No, thank you.

That monster got what he deserved in jail,
isn't that right?

Nihan, there's more to the story.

Bülent's possibly not our
daughter's m*rder*r.

How can that be true?

He was there at the crime
scene that night, but he--

Hasan, what is it now?

EXHUMING SEHER DURU'S GRAVE
IS NECESSARY FOR EVIDENCE

How much are you going to put us through,
Hasan?

Nihan.

I was her mother.

She spent nine months inside of my womb.
It's me who gave birth to her.

Do you think your son and I feel less
pain than you because we haven't let

it totally consume our whole lives…

or because,
unlike you, we didn't die along with her?

I'm sorry, I must have lost
my head. Please, I apologize.

Get out of here!

Hasan, get out of here!

Seher is dead.

You have to accept it.

Believe me, I have accepted it.

But what I will not accept is that her
k*ller is still wandering freely.

What I will never accept is that
because I let him go free,

there always will be the chance
for him to k*ll more women.

Hasan.

CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION

-Ah.
-She's dead.

-Hey, hey, hey.
-She will never come back,

-why can't you understand that?
-Easy, there.

-Hey, calm down. All right.
-You said it was over.

You said it was over,
that the k*ller had been found.

-Hasan.
-When will this end?

Okay.

Okay, let go.

There was supposed to
be peace now for Seher.

Just what are you expecting to get
from her? How much of this can you put us

-through?
-Mert, come on, son, don't act that way.

He tricked you too, right? You played a
horrible trick on mom and you played a

-bigger one on me.
-No, son.

Forget it.

I'm not your son any more.

Hear me?
I refuse to have a father who lies.

Önem.

Yes.

In the first autopsy,
the b*llet fragment was missed.

But, how?

I don't understand how a thing
like that could happen.

It's hard to imagine.

WHO WANTS TO k*ll BÜLENT TAYINCI AND WHY?

First, she called her dad.

He was busy.

After answering another call,
her battery died.

Hello?

The last person Seher spoke
to was Gülay Ataman.

The call lasted thirty-two seconds.

Immediately afterwards,
she called Naşit. Who didn't pick up.

Hasan, what did Naşit and Mrs.
Gülay have to say when you talked to them?

Bülent was acquitted that day.

Mhmm.

Gülay claimed that she called Seher
because she was feeling upset.

But you didn't believe her.

Well, I was somewhat suspicious.
They only talked for thirty-two seconds,

that's it.

-Mhmm.
-It felt strange.

But then I couldn't follow up.

So, let's talk to her again.

Unfortunately, she took her own life.

Okay, guys, I believe we have to approach

this with a fresh perspective.

Bahar Ataman.

Right here, her lover, Ercüment Kalkan.

Naşit Ataman, the father of Bahar Ataman,

is the person with the strongest motive
to seek revenge for the m*rder.

Ercüment Kalkan dropped out of the school
he attended on scholarship after

the incident.

So? What's this?

He's a boxer?

Yes, he fought in several boxing matches.

During his final fight,
he shattered his opponent's jaw.

Bulldog.

He was given probation on the condition
he sought psychological treatment.

Naşit Ataman, he…

After Bahar's trial,

he sold his company and devoted himself
to his charity association.

Well, perhaps Gülay Ataman
did an unforgiveable thing.

Maybe that was the reason
she took her life.

That makes three suspects,
not two. Three suspects.

Exactly.

Inspector.

Naşit, hello.

-Hasan, how are you?
-Hello.

Please, have a seat.

So, how can I help you today?

Ercüment.

Mr. Naşit, according to the evidence,

Seher's k*ller actually intended to sh**t
someone other than her. To sh**t Bülent.

-What do you mean by all that?
-You loved Bahar, you were angry.

While aiming at Bülent, you hit Seher.

Exactly, that's what you did.

You couldn't protect Bahar.

You couldn't protect the lawyer girl.

Now you're trying to put it all on me.

Enough of this empty talk.
Be a real man and tell me. Did you do it?

I don't have to tell you anything.

Hey, man,
you're leaving your… left side wide open.

For example,
if you fought someone like me,

you'd lose your breath.

You know a lot.

Well, a little.

Come on, I'll show you.

Come on.

Over here.

Everything's all set up.

Come on, I'll show you a few moves.

But, you should know that I
don't give lessons for free.

If… you manage to win,
I'm out the front door.

With a promise you won't
hear from me ever again.

Ah, but if I beat you,
then you're going to tell

me absolutely everything.

Yeah?

Come on, man.
I'm giving you the opportunity to

punch a policeman, free and clear,
without punishment. If you manage it.

Argh.

Whoa.

Hey.

I'm done for.

Naşit,
where were you on the day that Seher died?

I was at home.

Your wife, Gülay?

Also at home.

All night?

Did you go outside at all?

We didn't.

Bülent had been acquitted,
so we were disappointed.

Seeing as your wife is no longer with us,

I would imagine there's no one who's able
to back up any part of your alibi,

is there, Mr. Naşit?

Unfortunately.

Naşit, sir.

According to the phone records, Mrs.

Gülay was the last person to
talk to Seher before she died.

Here? Is this correct?

Naşit. Gülay and Seher only talked

for thirty-two seconds.

And right after Seher tried to call you,
but you ignored it.

But I've already answered that for you.

Well,
then for me, please explain it again.

Bülent had been acquitted.

-Gülay was feeling down.
-Naşit, please.

Thirty-two seconds.

Thirty-two seconds seems like a very short
amount of time to help someone cheer up.

Don't you think?

Why did your wife k*ll herself?

-You know the reason she did it.
-Because Bülent was allowed to go free,

right? I'm sorry, but I'm not sure I
believe all that.

It really doesn't matter what you believe.

I lost my wife. I lost my
daughter. What more do you expect to hear?

The truth.

What,
what truth are you talking about, huh?

That after Bülent got released,
Gülay took it out on Seher, you mean?

Not that.

I think it was Bülent your wife went
to k*ll and Seher was an accident.

But she wasn't able to live
with what she did and so she--

-Get out.
-Get… get…

get out of here!

Thank you.

When Bülent was acquitted,
I took a g*n and was planning to k*ll him.

Then I drank a glass of
vodka to gather courage.

Then I drank another and another one after
that, and woke up in the hospital.

Check the records there,
they're probably still there.

Anyhow, I never told anyone,
but Bahar had already broken up with me…

a week before she died.

-How did you handle that?
-You think I'm going to say that

I got angry with her, freaked out.

I wasn't like that back then.

I was a kid.

I asked her why? I was crying a lot.

Like I said, I was a kid.

Did she ever tell you the reason why?

She said she was bored.

For a high school girl,
she had some big expectations.

What's that mean?

That she had a much older lover.

Yeah. I heard her tell her friends about
it. Sebastian Green, she called him.

Sebastian Green.

Do you want me to leave? Sorry, but no.

No matter how long you stand there,
Mr. Naşit.

I have no intention of going anywhere
until you give me the truth.

So try to relax,
thank you, and take your seat.

Did you ever see this, Sebastian Green?

I saw his car.

Sixty-eight American Mustang. It was red.

Red sixty-eight American Mustang.

The plate, do you remember it?

I know you let me win the fight, man.

Ercüment.

When she left you and
you cried like a kid,

that doesn't mean you
really are just a kid.

What it really shows is…
that you're a human being.

Gülay really did call…

Seher for comfort that night.

Mhmm.

They talked for a while.
Then she got angry and hung up the phone.

And then, Seher called me right after.

Gülay asked me not to answer it, though.

Mhmm.

Seher told Gülay…

Bülent didn't k*ll Bahar.
Someone else was responsible.

SEHER, HER FATHER'S DAUGHTER

Well, my dear,
Seher. You are officially a lawyer.

How do you feel?

CALLING SON

And what happened then?

No option.
I snuck off to go find the waiter.

I mean, my credit card limit was spent.

I had no idea it was
going to be that much.

I almost gave him my ID when
he showed mercy on me.

And where's the girl now?

I haven't seen her.
She took me to an expensive place.

With my economic situation,
I couldn't date her.

You know,
I don't like that kind of restaurant.

Wow, I haven't…
felt nearly this comfortable

with anyone for some time now.

You're an easy person to talk to.
With you, I just keep talking.

DAD

Aren't you going to pick up?

Poor guy. He's been calling you all day.

Mert, why don't you answer?

Talk to him.

If I had one more opportunity
to talk to my dad…

-and Mr. Hasan--
-Sude,

Please don't.
I don't want to talk about this with you.

Please.

Hello, there.

Hi, mom. What's up?

I saw you through the window.

-Hello, Mrs. Önem.
-Good evening, dear Mert.

Come on up, we'll go inside.

Thank you, but I have to get going.

See you, Sude.

See you, Mert.

Do you think,
uh, Naşit was telling the truth?

I don't know.

I mean, we just can't be sure yet.

That's why we'll keep investigating.

-Yes, let's start from the beginning.
-Come on.

Bahar Ataman's last phone signal came
from a bad neighborhood in Ataşehir.

Four-and-a half years ago.

During a search conducted in the area,

a baseball bat was discovered and later
shown to contain traces of Bahar's blood.

Fingerprints on the baseball bat were
found to belong to a repeat offender

named Bülent Tayinci.

Investigating teams tracked him down.

And during the raid on his address, some
of the girl's belongings were found inside

-of his home.
-What belongings?

A pair of patterned earrings.

A hairband.

And one black bra.

Since Bahar's body hadn't been found,
despite all objections,

the court decides to release this dog.

Taking advantage of this,
our guy disappears.

A week after Bülent disappeared,
while out following a tip,

the police found her body in a field,
not far from where Bahar had gone missing.

After discovering DNA that belonged
to Bülent underneath her fingernails,

the prosecutor's office tried
the case as an appeal.

So if all signs point to Bülent,
then why did Mr.

Naşit tell us that Seher believed
Bülent to be innocent?

Because Seher had discovered certain
things relating to Bahar Ataman's case.

I'm here with my cousin.

What's this, Seher?

Bülent may be innocent.

Thank you for this, Seher.

I'm going to watch it,
but we would need something

just a little bit stronger.

Something more like real evidence.

Yes, of course.
Sorry about that. I'll leave you.

Don't worry about it and if you
find something else, let us know.

You told me that Seher didn't
work on Bahar Ataman's case.

Well, she didn't.
She ran errands for us, basically.

But then, why didn't you
tell me she found something?

Hasan, sir. For the integrity of Bahar's
case, we weren't able to speak of it. We

apologize.

And what did Seher find?

Some things from social media.
It's been a long time. I can't remember.

I request the case files
and my daughter's notes.

-Without having permission--
-Sure.

Hasan, sir.

Let's see.

We have the court minutes,
statement files,

decision files,
incident series minutes, okay.

We have cassette tapes, mini
cassette tapes, everything.

Seher's notes should
be in here too, right?

-We should have enough here, Chief.
-Yes, then give me something.

Man, he freaked out worried
we'd request extra help.

All right. Less talk, more work.

Whatever my Chief wants.

Uh… how about the Chief takes the prior
police investigations. Does that sound all

-right?
-Here they are.

And let me have the court reports.

Here you are, sir.

-Autopsy report for me.
-Autopsy, sister. Here you go.

Audio records are mine.

The audio records for you.

And for you, dear Selin.

Captain.

Is this normal?

I saw the next part of that. One second.

Apparently, Bahar had a necklace that

she wore all the time.
Something with angel wings.

It wasn't found with the body.

What about at Bülent's place
with the rest of her effects?

No, there wasn't a necklace included.

The autopsy report indicates that soil
was found inside her mouth and nostrils.

Let me see.

Where's the soil analysis?

Wait, I have that. It's here, one second.

Here.

The court reports don't seem to
mention the soil in her mouth.

Let's hold off on the conspiracy.
They found her body in a field, right?

Maybe it didn't appear to
be worth investigating.

Well, the…
two soil samples don't match each other.

The dirt from the field was a black type
of soil and the dirt found in her mouth

was podzol.

It was a red podzol.

Nilüfer Stein, it was noted in her file.

The Captain's right.
The findings show that the two

kinds of soil aren't the same.

So the k*ller removed
the corpse and placed

her in that field so somebody
could find her there.

I WRITE BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT TO SAY

Oh, wow, dad.
You're hardworking today. Where's mine?

Your sister's working.
You can take a little break

from your game and make some.

-Dad, I want to ask you something.
-Yes, dear?

Let's assume you have a fingerprint to
work with on the m*rder weapon, only,

you know that your suspect
injured his finger.

If the fingerprint that's on the weapon
is clear, what would you think?

Probably that the print was made
at another time. Why do you ask?

It was on my mind, it's part of a case.

Well, give yourself a
little rest and eat, okay?

Thank you, dad.

Bülent's fingerprints.
From May twenty-fifth, twenty-twenty.

His fingerprints taken on the day he
was arrested and taken from the g*n.

May twenty-ninth, twenty-twenty.

@Necmisefo hikaye and then,
sebastiangreen@tmail.com.

Brother, Seher found something.
Ercüment spoke of him.

Sebastian Green,
the two of them must have used

this email to communicate.

Also…

Bülent had a significant cut right
over his thumb when he was arrested.

It's right here.

But the prints off the g*n
had no indication of this.

That doesn't mean anything on its own. He
could have cut himself after the m*rder.

I think Seher also
discovered the answer to that.

You're useless, you can't
even open it. Come on, dude.

-Okay, here we go.
-Yeah, f*ck off.

You're an idiot, why use your hands when

you have an opener?

You're the stupidest person I
know. There's an opener right here.

Counselor, look.

The fingerprints were placed
on the weapon later on--

No, that's ridiculous.

-You two watch too many detective shows.
-What are you talking about? I mean, the

man cut his finger and yet, the print here
is perfect.

How do you explain that?

Well, do you understand how hard it
is to place fingerprints, Serdar?

Guys, it's true.

The Chief is correct.

It could also be that the m*rder was
committed using a weapon that already

had Bülent's prints on it. Right?

Yes, that's what I meant.

Wait. Wait a minute,
Seher also wrote here that on

the night of the incident,
Bülent's cell phone pinged a tower

that was far from the crime scene.

Here.

Hasan, if Seher really was her father's
daughter, she didn't give up the pursuit.

Okay. So,
can we assume that someone set a trap

for Bülent to frame him for m*rder?

Counselor, thanks for your
help. And thank you, Chief.

Önem.

Thank you.

Feriha. Thank you, dear.

-See you soon.
-See you soon. Good luck.

All right.

It's strange, isn't it?

Brother?

It seems what hurts the most is
not all the bad you experience,

but the good things you remember.

Whereas,
human beings have evolved to escape pain.

Sounds like something you would say, Berk.

Well, let's put it this way.

Why would…

why would a human think about the past
knowing that it would hurt them?

Nostalgia.

Nostalgia. Comes from a Greek word.
Originally, nostos algos.

"Nostos" means return.
"Algos" is a word that means, "suffering".

Nostos algos, or nostalgia,

is a word meant to describe the incredible
pain caused by the unfulfilled

longing for a return.

I found something.

A lament was born last night.
In a span of time as short

as the length of my skirt,
my rebellion grew so large within me.

I transcended my body.
I crossed over to the other realm.