03x03 - The Book of Hate

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ONE YEAR AGO

GRAVEYARD
THE BOOK OF HATE

NEST OF HATE

There is a whole different world here.

They have their own jargon.
Their own labels.

Female profiles like Cansu and Melis,
and alpha males…

What are these?

Nicknames?

More like typologies, Chief.

Originally, they're names
like Becky, Stacey, or Chad.

Stereotypical labels used by toxic groups.

They translated them into Turkish
and adapted them to their culture.

So it's like a localized book of hate.

That way, they reduce people to labels.

They define the enemy,
making them a concrete target, right?

-Who are they? What do they want?
-They're mostly young men.

I mean, some of them are practically kids.

-They call themselves "incels."
-What?

Involuntary celibate.

Incel.

Grandpa, they basically hit on girls,
get rejected, and then trash them.

Like the fox calling the grapes--

That means they blame women
and the system that empowers women

for their loneliness.

That way, they cast themselves as victims.

And they justify their hate.

And they poison young men like Oktay
with this twisted ideology, Chief.

Exactly.

And this doesn't just remain as an idea.
In time, it turns into an action plan.

You remember Elliot Rodger.
He defined himself as an incel.

In 2014, he k*lled six people
and wounded 14 others in California.

In the manifesto
he put out before the attack,

he defined women's rejection
as an injustice done to him.

This discourse became a norm
on some forums.

Some forums even glorified him
as "Saint Elliot."

But why the boxes? Why these items?
Is this a ritual? What is it?

Because it's a way to scare, silence,
and threaten women, brother.

Damn them all!

Yes?

Yes, speaking.

-What is it?
-A journalist.

Just great. Put them on.

Ms. Deniz, could you repeat the question
you just asked?

I heard that some women in Istanbul
have been receiving strange boxes.

-Is it true?
-Where did you hear that?

So it's true.

I can't reveal my source.

Hello, Ms. Deniz.
I'm Chief Inspector Önem Özülkü.

If you run this story,
you'll put these women in danger.

Just so you know.

Chief Inspector, if women are targeted,
don't they have a right to know?

I understand, Ms. Deniz.
I understand your journalistic instincts.

However, these people want women,
who can't even walk around freely,

to not be able to sleep peacefully,
even in their beds.

So if you run this story,

you'll be playing right into their hands.

I see, Chief Inspector.

But I'm a journalist,
and my job is to inform the public.

-I can't hide something I learned.
-Then let me ask you this.

The lives of these women,
or your professional ethics?

What if someone gets k*lled?

Will you be able to bear this burden?

That's why I'll run this story.
So I don't feel guilty forever.

They're not just at school or online.
They're everywhere.

You can't avoid them even if you want to.

And it's not just me.

They define everyone with these labels.

They stereotype themselves too.

The worst part is they're self-deluded.

Honestly, the fact that you know all this
both reassures and scares me, Sude.

Knowledge is power, Mom. Don't worry.

Hello? Arzu, dear. What's up?

Chief Önem.

Arzu?

What's going on? Are you okay?

Say, "I miss you," if you're in trouble.

I…

I k*lled someone.

What?

Arzu?

Arzu?

Arzu!

Who's there?

DOCTOR OF MEDICINE
ARZU YAMAN

I didn't notice at the time, but I think
they escaped through this fire escape.

-Looks that way, Chief.
-Unfortunately.

Prosecutor.

Chief Inspector.

Hello.

Unfortunately, everyone is out
since it's the weekend.

We asked a few people,
but they haven't seen anything.

The k*ller cut the cables
of the security cameras.

-Are there no other cameras in the office?
-No.

For patient confidentiality.

Önem.

It looks like she bled out,
but she also suffered a blow to the head.

I can't say what the cause of death is
before the autopsy.

Chief.

The k*ller also took
the psychologist's cell phone and laptop.

Okay. Check the secretary's computer.
See what you can find.

It's password-protected, Chief.
We need to take it to the Graveyard.

Couldn't you reach the secretary?

I have her number, sir.

The patient files are gone too.

It's ringing.

Stabbed in the heart.

She was gripping her phone tightly.

Serdar, can you hold her arm?

I'm applying pressure here.
Gently push the arm down.

-I'm pushing.
-Push.

That's it. Keep going. Push it down.

Okay. Now apply firm pressure right here.

-Okay.
-Firmly. That's it. Good.

It's loosening up. She's letting go.

Selin.

Let me go. My mom is inside.

-Please.
-Gamze?

At least tell me what happened.

Gamze, dear.

Why won't they let me in?

Your mother helped me a lot
with a case, you know?

We solved it thanks to her.

We didn't see each other much,
but we cared deeply about one another.

Could I ask you to help me too?

Help me figure this out.

Was your mother seeing anyone?

When did you last see her?

Gamze.

-This morning.
-This morning.

What did you talk about?

I called her around noon.

We were going to a concert tonight.

She said, "Come to the office.
We'll grab a bite."

I even made a reservation for tonight.

I won't keep you any longer.

Okay.

Chief, the phone is unlocked.

Okay, Selin. I'm coming.

The secretary last spoke at 3:33 p.m.
with someone she saved as "My Alpay."

That's half an hour before Arzu called me.

She spoke with "My Alpay" again
early in the morning.

Can you go back a day?

My Alpay, My Alpay, Mr. İsmail.

And a few numbers
not saved in her contacts.

There's nothing useful
in the texts either, Chief.

Just promotions, ads, stuff like that.

Okay. Good work, Selin.

Thank you. Also, check the contact list.

Find the addresses
of all the numbers there, okay?

All right.

Mr. Hasan and Serdar,
you go and talk to this "My Alpay."

Find out what his deal is.
I'll talk to the prosecutor's office.

We need a gag order on this box case.

Chief.

-Yes?
-What about the girl?

Well…

She has a grandmother.
She'll come pick her up.

Inspector, I've identified Alpay.

He has a repair shop
in the Ümraniye auto industrial site.

He was the secretary's fiancé.

Hey, brother. May it be easy.

Thanks.

Are you Alpay?

Who's asking?

Inspector Serdar.

It's me. I hope everything's okay.

Your fiancée.

My fiancée?

She was m*rder*d.

Brother, have a seat if you need to.

Let's talk. Have some water.

What the hell? Alpay!

Alpay!

Where are you going? Hasan, catch him!

Get back here!

Where are you going? Get back!

Get back here!

Where is he?

He's gone.

Gone. We lost him, huh?

Are we getting rusty?

f*ck!

Are you out of your mind, dude?

Why didn't you tell us
if you thought he did it?

We would bring him in.
Why did you throw him down on us?

Is he dead?

He's still asking if he's dead.

You better pray he lives.

If he dies, you're screwed.
Just so you know.

Why do you think he did it?

This scumbag named İsmail

is a filthy drunkard.

He was Ms. Arzu's patient.

He was harassing Elif.

She called me and said, "He's here."

He was dead-drunk.

He didn't have an appointment.

He was just there to harass my Elif.

I was about to…

I was about to head over there.

She told me not to come.

She said, "Don't."
Ms. Arzu had already kicked the jerk out.

I warned him.
I said, "I'll k*ll you, man."

I said, "I'll k*ll you!" I warned him.

Maybe İsmail never left.

Or maybe he had a few more drinks
and went back there.

He was drunk.

He wouldn't be able to clean
the crime scene in that state.

Is he able to speak?

He's in critical condition.
It'll be a miracle if he lives.

-Yes, Berk?
-What's with that face?

You saw a corpse?

Actually, it was a ghost.

What?

The fingerprint on the lampshade
belongs to the psychologist.

We already know that.

She smashed the lamp
over the suspect's head.

She knocked him out
and thought he was dead.

She called the chief.

Then he came to and stabbed her.

What makes you think it was a man?

What do you mean? It was a woman?

There's a ghost
walking around that crime scene,

and the fingerprint belongs to her.

To whom, dude?
Just tell us. Whose print is it?

I found multiple fingerprints on the bust.

The most recent one belongs to a woman,
and that woman died about a year ago.

My dear girl!

Tülin Ünal.

According to the records,
she died in a car accident a year ago.

But she's alive,
or someone stole her identity.

I don't get it.
Let's say they stole her identity.

-How did they replicate the fingerprint?
-They didn't. Don't you remember?

The identities of lawyers
who died in Hatay were stolen too.

We haven't forgotten, Mr. Hasan.
Not for a second.

They alter the digital records.

Is that possible, Selin?

Anything is possible in the digital world.

Well, didn't she have any family?

She had an older sister in the US.

And an ex-husband.

A wealthy businessman.

He just wouldn't leave me alone.

How long did this go on?

About six months.

Didn't you go to the police?

I did.

He had connections inside the police too.

In fact, that's how he found me.

It didn't do any good.
It made it even worse.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

I was scared.

I'm still very scared.

I know a chief inspector
at the department.

She heads a special unit
for crimes against women.

-Would you like me to talk to her?
-No, please. Don't.

Please. He'd find out about it.

Okay. Don't worry.

It'll stay between us as long as you want.

Forget about the village, Meryem.

Meryem's fate has already been decided.

She cannot live like this.

She simply can't.

What time is it, Mom?

Very late.

Why are you so late?

What happened to Auntie Arzu?

She was m*rder*d, Sude.

Did she have a family?

She had a daughter.

You never met her.

She's younger than you.

Her husband?

He passed away long before.

She was like us.

Like us.

But I'm here.

I'm always here.

I've prepared the data.
Forward it to Accounting.

Will do.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-I'm here to see Murat Karayel.
-Let me help you. This way.

-Upstairs?
-Yes, upstairs.

You can wait here.
He'll be right with you.

Chief Inspector, how may I help you?

Mr. Murat?

Cengiz Güreli, his lawyer.

What is this regarding? I can help you
if you tell me what's going on.

I need to speak with Mr. Murat.

He's at the shipyard now.
You'll have to wait.

I see.

Can we go there? It's important.

Once that's done,
adjust these entrances accordingly.

-Okay? Make them all--
-Sorry to interrupt.

An officer is here. She says it's urgent
and wants to speak with you.

Mr. Murat?
I'm Chief Inspector Önem Özülkü.

Nice to meet you, Chief Inspector.
I'm Murat.

What's this about, Cengiz?

We're looking for your ex-wife, Ms. Tülin.
She's a m*rder suspect.

Why did you and Ms. Tülin get divorced?

Mr. Murat.

Why did you get divorced?

I don't know. We couldn't make it work.

But she did obtain
a restraining order against you.

It wasn't a big deal.

Like many couples,
their divorce was a bit messy.

Your ex-wife also filed
to extend the restraining order

after the divorce, right?

I wasn't aware of that.

I loved my ex-wife very much,
Chief Inspector.

We went through hard times,
but I still had hope after the divorce.

When I heard she was dead…

Could she really be alive?

That's what I'm here
to find out, Mr. Murat.

-Where were you yesterday?
-I was out on the boat.

Do you know
if your ex-wife was seeing a psychologist?

Not that I know of.

Do you know a psychologist named Arzu?

I don't. Why do you ask?

She was m*rder*d.

Along with her secretary.

And you think

my ex-wife is connected to these murders.

I don't think so. I know so.

-Welcome. Come in.
-Thank you.

-Welcome, Chief Inspector.
-Thank you. Did you find anything?

Looks like Ms. Arzu was like me.
She kept her appointments in a notebook.

Ms. Nuran, Mr. Mehmet,
and lastly, Ms. Filiz.

How is Gamze doing?

She hasn't left her room.

-May I see her?
-Of course. I'll take you.

Please.

Gamze?

I'm coming in.

I want to say something,
but I don't know what.

I'm so sorry.

Why? Why my mom?

I just don't understand.

Mom would never hurt anyone.

I'll find whoever did this to your mom.

I need your help.

Will you help me, Gamze?

Take a look.

Do you recognize anyone on this list?

Auntie Nuran.

She has a record shop in Galata.
Mom took me there once.

In Galata?

All right, Hasan.
We'll meet in front of the passage. Bye.

-Selin, I'm heading out.
-I unlocked the secretary's computer.

-Thank God, Selin.
-I accessed the appointment records.

-Mr. Mehmet, Ms. Filiz, Ms. Nuran.
-That's right. How did you know?

We do some work
around here too, Ms. Selin.

Hasan found the psychologist's planner
at her house.

But one is missing.

There's one last appointment at 4:00 p.m.

-Then it was added later. Who is it?
-Mr. Kenan.

-Do you have his number?
-No.

But I requested the call logs
from the mobile carrier.

-For both the therapist and the secretary.
-Good. Did you reach Tülin's sister?

I spoke to her.
She's waiting to hear from us.

Waiting to hear from us?

-Should I call her?
-Yes, call her!

-Good. Did you tell her what happened?
-I did.

-What's her name?
-Canan.

CALLING
MS. CANAN

Go ahead, Inspector. I'm listening.

Ms. Canan, we need your help
with something important.

Here's the thing…

We'd like to exhume your sister's body.

Yes, Ms. Selin mentioned it, but

I wasn't expecting this at all.

I'm sorry, but is there
something suspicious about her death?

We're investigating,
but we need your consent to proceed.

And we also need your DNA for comparison.

But that's easy.
You can give a swab sample at any lab.

That may not be necessary.

My sister wanted children,

but she had two miscarriages,
and it didn't happen.

Her gynecologist should have the records.
I have their number.

And I'm ready
to give you my consent to proceed.

Thank you very much.
Please stay in touch with Ms. Selin.

One more question before we hang up.

Ms. Canan, why didn't you attend
your sister's funeral?

We weren't speaking much.

We didn't see each other
because of her husband.

Why not?

Don't let him fool you
with the nice-guy act.

He's a devil with an angel's face.

I see. All right, then.
Thank you very much. Good day.

To you too.

Reach the gynecologist. Get her DNA.

-Understood.
-Inspector Serdar.

The journalist breached the gag order.
The story is all over social media.

f*ck.

-Send this to the chief right away.
-Yes, Inspector. I'm on it.

LOCAL AND FOREIGN RECORDS

RECORDS AND BOOKS

-Here.
-Here you go.

Thank you.

Ms. Nuran?

I'm sorry.

I can't quite place you.

-Have we met?
-No, we haven't.

I am a patient of Ms. Arzu.

She recommended you to us.

Oh my goodness.

Good Lord.

For a second, I thought
my memory was playing tricks on me.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Hello.

What's your problem, son?

Excuse me?

I mean, why are you seeing Ms. Arzu?

Oh! We go to couples therapy.

He's my dad.

Classic father-son stuff, you know.
He had me young.

So he's guarded against life.

He was neglectful.

He used to beat me.

You did, Dad.

We'll talk about these.
We'll face them. Yeah.

Did Ms. Arzu refer
any other clients to you?

You're the first.

Nobody listens to records anymore.

True. The record world is pretty small.

-Slowly--
-Can I also ask something?

Of course. Why wouldn't you?

At Ms. Arzu's office,
did you ever run into

or hear the name of any other patient?

Hey, kid!
You really "tucked" them up! Stop!

Move aside, will you?

Oh, there wasn't anyone. Goodness…

People aren't like they used to be.
Nobody looks each other in the face now.

There are more records inside.

No, actually, we don't have much time.

We'll stop by again later.
Right, Dad? Come on.

Oh, wait!

There was someone. A plastic surgeon.

He used to go on about,
"I reshaped Arzu's this and that."

I think he was in love with Ms. Arzu.

Do you remember his name?

Mehmet.

Oh… Or was it Ahmet?

No, Ahmet was my late husband's name.

Yes. May he rest in peace.

-He must be thinking of me.
-My condolences.

-Thank you.
-So you're not sure?

No, I'm not.

But he gave me his card.

I put it somewhere inside.
Wait here. I'll go get it.

Oh, you know what?

That surgeon tried pretty hard
to convince me too.

The guy wasn't right in the head.
That's for sure.

But I think he was mainly there
to hunt for clients.

Wait here.

Wow, look at that surgeon.
He even hit on her.

What do you think? Could he be the k*ller?

I don't know, but don't you think
something is off about her too?

Sorry.

My wife forgot
which record you were looking for.

She has early-stage dementia.

Whose album was it?

Welcome. Please come in.

I know you're angry with me.

You can detain me if you like,

but I have to write
if I believe that's the right thing to do.

Yes, I'm angry with you,
but I won't be detaining you.

Let's make that clear.

In your article, you wrote
that these have been going on for a while.

That's right.

That's what the caller told me.
She received a box too.

But it sounds like you learned about
these incidents recently.

Ms. Deniz, that's exactly
why I need to know who called you.

Whoever that person is, she's one of them.

She called you to manipulate you.

I can't tell you even if I wanted to
because it was an unknown number.

I don't know who it was.

And I didn't push it
since the caller was a woman.

She said, "There are such incidents.
The police know, but they do nothing."

I see.

-When did she call you?
-Yesterday morning.

Around 10:30.

-Could you check for the exact time?
-Sure.



Okay, did anything stand out to you
during the call?

She was outside.
You could tell she was out in the street.

But I think I heard a sound, yes.

An ambulance was passing nearby.

The gag order didn't work, I guess.

Unfortunately not.

Well, who called the reporter?

We're still looking into it.

Chief Inspector, this case is getting
quite complicated.

The fact that the perpetrators address you
and target you worries us.

We're not sure
we're heading in the right direction.

It's nice to see that you agree for once.

But I feel and see that you're trying
to make decisions on my behalf.

Chief Inspector, we have no doubt
about your competence.

We're just dealing with something
we don't understand.

But isn't that kind of our job, Director?

I mean, it's in the nature of our job.
It's the natural order of things.

What can we do to make your job easier?

You could let me do it, for starters.

Sorry, I don't mean to be rude.

Prosecutor, Director, thank you.

The psychologist didn't die
from the stab wound to her abdomen.

It was the blow to the head.
She suffered a brain hemorrhage.

But they didn't hit her
with the Freud bust.

So she got stabbed,
fell down, and hit her head.

Exactly.

One of the stab wounds
on the secretary's chest hit her heart,

and she died very quickly.

The spasm in her arm was caused by
extreme tension.

With the arm bent, the nerves locked up.

Otherwise,

rigor mortis wouldn't have set in
that quickly.

What kind of knife was it?

Although the wounds are small,
they are quite deep.

A switchblade or a butterfly knife.

Did the psychologist have
any cosmetic work done? Any surgeries?

Yes. She had a nose job.

She has breast implants.

The secretary has implants too.
How did you know?

So the record-store lady was right.

We can trace the surgeon
through the implant serial numbers.

Or through Alpay.

-Did that b*stard do it?
-Will you lose it over every name?

Don't drive me mad. Answer my question.

Mehmet Batıkent.

He had two surgeries,
but he didn't show up.

We called his house. The housekeeper said
he left this morning and never returned.

His phone is off.

He's never done this before.

We're really worried.

Yes.

How are you feeling today?

I don't know.

But talking to you really helps, Ms. Arzu.

When I woke up in the hospital,

I felt trapped all over again.

I was afraid

he'd walk through that door
at any moment with that big smile of his

and say, "Get well soon,"
like nothing had happened.

Then a miracle happened.

I wouldn't be before you today
without Nurse Nihal and the surgeon.

NURSE NİHAL

Yes, Selin?

I've located the suspect's cell phone.

The signal is coming from Reşadiye.

I repeat, it's coming from Reşadiye.

Okay, Selin. Hang up.

The signal is coming from
Reşadiye, Mr. Hasan.

Attention, all units!

-34.
-Mr. Hasan.



Delta, November. 9911.

Heading toward Resadiye.
Pull it over on sight.

34, Delta, November, 9911.

The suspect vehicle is caught
on a speed camera.

Suspect vehicle is on the highway
heading toward Istanbul.

Inspector, the suspect vehicle is seen
heading toward Istanbul.

Okay, brother. Leave it. I've got him.

Get over here, you.

Come here, come on.

You!

Why the hell are you running, dude?

Maybe I want to get implants.
Why are you running?

-I got scared.
-Scared of what? Did you do something?

I didn't do anything.
I was scared you'd do something to me.

I'll do something to you now. Come here.

Were you in love with Ms. Arzu?

Any artist is always in love
with their creation.

You're right.

I'm an artist too.

Yeah.

I've created great masterpieces.

If only you knew how many faces
I've transformed in this room…

Listen.

Don't get smart with me
when I ask you a question.

I'll rearrange your face so badly
that 40 surgeons won't be able to fix it.

You got that?

Did you k*ll the secretary?

I did not k*ll them.

I recreated them.

He's sick in the head.

Chief, could you come over for a second?

Chief, there's a woman
who wants to see you.

Esin Akgündüz.

She's from Cyprus, but she received a box
while she was in Adana.

Upon that, she took refuge
with her family in Istanbul.

Call her right away.

One day, I came home from work.

The box was at my door.

My ex-husband used to harass me.

I used to wait to see
what would happen to me every day.

I thought it was him.

I didn't go to the police.

I understand.

Believe me.

Sometimes violence becomes

so familiar

that we don't even realize the danger.

But one shouldn't normalize it.

One shouldn't get used to it, you know?

I know, but there's nothing
I can do about it.

Restraining orders don't work.

I'm so tired of explaining myself
at police stations.

Please have some water.

My ex-husband?

Or a stranger?

Honestly, I don't know which is worse.

Ms. Esin, can we have your address?

Looks like I got angry
with the reporter for nothing.

This case is getting bigger,
and I don't like it one bit.

Unfortunately, yes.

Maybe they're not just in Istanbul.

That's why we've contacted
the provincial police departments.

We want to reach all the women
who received a box.

What about the other case?

This is the permission
I got from her sister in the US

to have Tülin's body exhumed.

EXHUMATION PERMIT

What do you hope to find there tomorrow?

Why the k*ller m*rder*d
the psychologist and her secretary.

What do you think?

This is not Tülin.