Av Mevsimi Page #3

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You got him in the end.

I got him in the end but I lost 14 kilos.

- 14 kilos!

- Ok.

- Your girlfriend?

- How did you know?

You slouched, you glanced sideways,

looked a little surprised.

Your face got red.

Your whole body says it.

Mustafa! Cheers everyone!

Cheers everyone! 1, 2, 3

Oh, my head. It's killing me.

Barely made it to the morning.

It happens when you drink that much.

Thanks.

We kept on drinking. I blacked out.

I don't remember how I made it home.

- Where is he?

- Who? - The newbie!

At the crime scene department.

He'll be back soon.

They found the case from

the fingerprints.

- Wow.

- That's it. We got it.

Her name is Pamuk. Pamuk Seyhan.

Arrested for selling drugs...

...let go for lack of evidence.

There is an address,

no identity number.

She's just a kid! Only 16.

She might be just a kid

but she means business.

She looks real innocent to me,

poor girl.

You're the kid!

Show me a woman who is innocent

and I'll slit my wrists!

Let's go and visit this address...

...and see what we can find.

Go to the car.

I'll be there after I inform Chief Murat.

Even a dog wouldn't stand this smell.

- Yes?

- Police.

- What's it?

- Could we come in?

Excuse the mess.

- What's the purpose of your visit?

- What's your name?

Kamuran, sir. Kamuran Tora.

Do you know this person?

- Sure I do. This is Pamuk.

- Does she live here?

- No.

- How do you know her?

She used to come by my workplace!

- What do you do?

- Bartender. Pamuk used to hang out at the bar.

She was underage

but the boss didn't mind.

- We became friends overtime.

- Was she your lover?

- No, I'm gay.

- Do you have her phone number?

Of course! - She gave the police

your address as her residence.

We'll, she has a boyfriend, Acid.

What do you mean?

His nickname is Acid. He sells drugs.

Acid mer. He used to sell at the bar.

He's a total jerk.

He would beat her up all the time.

Pamuk would come stay with me for a day

or two...

...then she'd go back to that a**hole.

They arrested her for selling drugs...

...she had no idea

what was inside her purse.

That jerk was using her.

They let her go.

She must've given my address

at the station not to give him up.

She's going to get me in trouble!

Here's her number.

You got Acidt's number?

No. He changes it frequently.

He is around a lot but

no one knows where he lives.

- How old is he approximately?

- Definitely older than Pamuk.

Perhaps between 20 and 25.

dris, let's get information

from the narcotics about Acid mer.

- No one there.

- Did Pamuk have any other boyfriends?

No, she was madly in love with that jerk.

She's from the ghetto and all but

she's real soft, Pamuk.

She's soft like cotton.

- Will this Acid guy come to your place tonight?

- He will!

Life does, call us at this number.

We'll be around.

Hasan, get the bar's address

and number too.

Is there a problem?

Did something happen to her?

Lift did, who would've done it?

- Of course that a**hole Acid.

He was beating her up a lot.

He was really mad

when Pamuk refused to sell drugs.

He put his cigarette out on her chest,

right in front of my eyes.

Can you open up your wrists?

- Sorry?

- Can you show me your wrists?

Did you get information on Acid?

Yes it's there.

What if he doesn't call?

Then we're gonna stay up all night.

What if he doesn't call tomorrow night?

Then we're here on duty

every night until he calls us.

Our job is patience, young man.

You know I'm really curious about

this anthropology thing.

What are you curious about?

First of all, why would someone study

something with such a complicated name?

Second, what is anthropology really?

First of all it's because...

...I was placed into it but...

...I started liking it then

I couldn't find a job after I graduated.

That's why I'm a cop.

What is anthropology?

We can call it the

study of humans, roughly.

And more finely?

We'll let me put it this way;

Anthropology studies why

Americans show the middle finger and...

...Turks place their thumbs

between two fingers.

That's what anthropology studies.

You got your answer.

Chief if you allow me...

Alright.

- Yes, Yasemin?

- My dad is inviting you to dinner.

Really, what did he say exactly?

In your restaurant?

OK, then.

You better watch out. The people

in the service don't like your behavior.

What was that all about with you

and Asiye, the other day?

- I'm suspicious.

- What are you suspicious about?

That's not a good feeling to have.

You taught us suspicion.

You said; "Be suspicious.

Don't believe what you see.

If you can't see,

change your perspective. "

I changed my perspective towards Asiye.

Tell that to the people in the service.

Yes?

Ok, we're on our way.

I'll call you later.

Hasan, you stay here. Watch the door.

If you see anyone running away,

you follow.

Acid! Stop!

Police! Stop!

I got you. We're not done with this

anthropology thing.

dris watch where you're going.

Take down the license number.

I did.

I am.

First anthropology, then serial killers.

- Please, don't!

- I gave my doctorate in that field.

- dris, you want me to drive?

- Of course, not.

He turned right.

- He turned right, right.

- Stop.

- Get out of the way.

Move it.

Don't you see the police alarm?

Police!

- Didn't see it.

- Don't you see?

Don't you see it?

- Where the hell did he go?

- This is where you end up if you bullshit...

...and distract yourself.

- You saw it, the car cut in front of me.

- I'm talking to you.

- Hi, chief.

Come back.

Stop. Isn't that

the car in the distance?

- Chief, how did you see it?

- He is the Hunter, he sees.

Don't go in. Let him think

we lost him.

Park here.

Let's silence the radios and the phones.

There are bulletproof vests in the back.

This neighborhood is shady.

He is here.

Let's call for support.

He will fly away until support shows up.

- I say we go in.

- We have no idea what's inside.

It's too risky without the support.

- The bastard's about to leave.

- He says we should wait.

But the guy is as sly as a fox.

He smelled danger.

Support is on its way.

Sir, let me have a quick look around.

- Just wait, they're coming.

I don't feel good about this.

We catch him tonight or

we don't catch him at all.

- He is going to drive me crazy.

- Don't move.

Come on, let's take a walk!

Don't let anyone in or out.

And don't take any risks.

- Hey brother.

- Police!

Stop.

We'll done! Your really fd up!

What are we going to do now?

- Ok. Let's wait for support.

- Listen to me!

We're not narcotics police.

We're from the Homicide Desk.

We don't have a problem with you.

We just want to talk to mer.

That's all.

Give us mer and we'll go.

Goddamn you!

Why are you not listening?

I said we'll leave after we get Acid.

Stay where you are.

I thought I put you on silent.

Yes Yasemin?

We were going to meet my dad on Sunday.

- Yes!

- Let's make that Monday.

What's all that noise?

- Fireworks.

- What fireworks?

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