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for the same reason.

No, if I had I'd be proud of it.

Acid mer killed her.

My sister ran away to him

and we never heard from her again.

He ruined our family's reputation.

And this is how he paid for it.

Who gave you the gun?

I got it years ago.

I don't remember from whom.

Was it your dad

or Battal Bey?

Vakkas, don't let them use you.

Who talked you into this?

My son, Vakkas. Isthistrue?

What did you do?

Mom, let go.

I want my son.

I want my son.

Let go!

Please let go!

- Give me my son.

- No, mom.

The state will provide you a lawyer

or you can hire yourself...

...and follow the developments through him.

I want my Vakkas.

- Mom!

- God give you patience.

- Give me my son.

Are we sheeps to scarify?

Didn't we give him enough?

He took my daughter,

my son as well.

Damn you.

It's all because of you.

Chief evket, if Pamuk was murdered

by Acid, then this case is closed.

- And Vakkas killed him for revenge.

- Yes.

What do you say?

He made him do it.

He's behind everything.

Hunter, we're talking about

Battal olakzade.

We can't go against him without

solid proof.

He's very powerful.

- We need more than just your instincts.

- We'll find it chief.

Vakkas' mom didn't attack

her husband for nothing.

She knows things.

dris go talk to her

when her husband isn't around.

With your permission

I would like to visit Battal Bey...

...and talk to Hilal Hanim.

Hasan, come with me.

The police are here

and they want to talk to you.

Let them come in.

Please.

Hope you're doing well Hilal Hanim.

We came to see Battal Bey.

He's out on the terrace.

Since I'm already here, I have

a few things I wanted to ask you.

- I'm listening.

- It's about Pamuk.

Poor girl!

Who could have done it?

I'm curious because

she made your husband divorce you.

And he married her. You must've been

really angry and you might...

I see what you're implying.

But she was just a kid

who came to this house.

- She was one of us.

- And your husband's new wife.

But I never made

any sense out of this marriage.

It was like a joke.

Battal did something he'd never do.

All my kids protested. He still married

her even despite Ceylan's protests.

Ceylan has a special place in his heart.

And she never agreed with this marriage.

She even threatened to leave the house.

Because other health condition...

...she couldn't leave.

Battal Bey abused our poverty.

I believe that he talked Vakkas into this.

He provoked him.

I swear...

...not even his dad or his brother talked

to him about killing him.

Pamuk is gone.

Vakkas is done.

Tell me if we're not the sheeps to scarify.

So you ask me this Acid character

is killed for what.

Because he knew things that might implicate

me but he was too scared to talk.

So you're asking what he knew

and why he was too scared to talk.

Is that what you're asking?

Is that correct?

That is correct.

To rephrase my dad;

"How do I know?"

Why do you ask me these things?

The bastard kidnaps my wife.

My wife's brother kills him.

The deed is done. What do you want me to do?

Pray after him?

Ok, I will.

What about Pamuk?

If I were you I'd wonder about

honor killings.

Some families care a lot about

their honor.

Some fathers and brothers

can't handle something's.

Any other questions?

Asiye. Hi. It's dris.

Can I see you?

No, not on the phone.

I need to see you.

Where shall we meet?

It's my job to ask questions.

It's my job to catch murderers.

There are two murders we need to resolve.

I know I'm bothering you

but I need to ask you questions.

You're trying to trap me.

You're playing mind games with me.

Look, I'm a hunter, so are you.

In some hunts you aim and pull the trigger...

...and either shoot it or miss it.

And sometimes, you make a trap.

But traps don't suit a hunter

but it still exists.

It requires mastery.

The rule is that...

...your game should not realize

there is a trap.

I did that. You think I'm a deer

easily to be trapped?

Your mind is not a match

against mine.

Come back here

when you have something to say.

Don't come knocking

on my door all the time.

I thought maybe I'd learn something

about hunting from you...

...but you're no match against me.

If you want to find out what's going to

happen to you...

...try knocking on my door again.

Welcome. Have a seat.

- What would you like?

- dris I don't have time for this.

I need to get back.

- What is it?

Listen, I thought about it.

Cevriye is right.

The kids need a mom.

We can't do it without you.

I can't live without you.

I want you to come back home.

I'll try to change.

I know I can be a real dick sometimes.

- The other day I was thinking that...

- dris, it's not even possible.

Why not?

I can't come back home.

If you want I can

take the kids back but I can't come back.

Why? But the other night.

You and I?

That was just a momentary weakness.

What happened the other night

was a mistake.

A mistake?

A mistake?

Here's a mistake.

This is another mistake.

- Behave yourself.

- You've never seen a mistake.

That's enough. Get lost.

- Sir could you calm down?

- Stay away.

Don't you dare!

Get away.

- We're closed.

- We're closed, sir.

- Give me a bottle of vodka.

- Sir I said we're closed.

The band is rehearsing.

If you come back at 8,

we'll be of service.

Don't cause any problems.

I said give me a bottle of vodka.

Give me a glass as well,

a big one.

We woke up the the sleeping lion!

This is what happens when you walk into

someone's house without any evidence.

What else did he say?

He said don't come back here.

I say we wiretap Battal Bey's phones.

If you can get a court order...

...then you can listen to

his conversations all you want...

No way. We can't get

a court order against him.

We need to keep going after him.

Without a single evidence...

...what are you going to prove?

Director please trust my instincts.

Please believe in me,

I need a little more time.

You'll see that I'll prove this. I...

This conversation is over.

No wiretapping.

What job offer?

My dad's making a job offer. He wants you

to manage one of his restaurants.

Really?

Don't even think about it. Money's good.

Working hours are set.

Hey Hasan!

Is your conversation over

or should I find someone else to help me?

I'm sorry sir.

I'll call you back later.

- Yes?

- It's me, Asiye.

- dris attacked me.

- When?

Just now. The bastard's gonna kill me.

For the love of God please do something.

He's always threatening me.

He wouldn't listen to anybody but you.

- I'm begging you please.

- I'll take care of it.

You two, come with me.

Look Hasan. You're on the phone

all the time talking.

You're just a newbie,

you don't know sh*t.

Finishing university, writing a thesis

does not cut it for this job

I warned you before. No phones.

This is your final warning.

And you, dris.

I warned you, too

but you didn't listen either.

Let go of that girl.

Stop threatening her.

Be a man.

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