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We don't really know either.

We just came to chat.

Tell us whatever you feel like telling.

Tell us about Pamuk.

What else can we tell?

We told it all.

It's enough.

Pamuk was a really good girl.

She had a beautiful voice.

She sang really nicely.

She was slender and fragile.

She was very introverted.

She was afraid of everything.

One time we all went to donate blood.

Her brothers, her dad.

She was so scared.

What was the blood for?

- Sorry?

- You were talking about blood.

They asked for it from everyone.

- Who asked for it?

- The doctor.

- Ceylan's doctor.

- Why?

They didn't tell us anything.

All the staff at the mansion gave blood.

They had said at the time that...

...all the employees at all the firms donated.

The girl has respiratory failure.

They're wary of infections.

Why are they getting blood for that?

This will be our last visit.

Battal will make us fired.

It doesn't matter to you.

You're going to quit anyway.

Who told you chief?

You're telling me everyday

without even realizing it.

Did you check the patient's pulse?

Yes, sir. It's normal.

Let me know if her fever runs past 38.

Doctor, do you have a minute.

Just a minute.

There was a mass blood donation here

a while back. Why was that?

I don't know.

Must've been the previous doctor.

Possibly for an operation.

You should talk to him.

What does it have to do with Ceylan?

Battal Bey has strict orders.

We can't talk to anybody about his daughter.

Where can we find the previous doctor?

Turhan Bey.

Turhan Bey, are you home?

It's the police Turhan Bey.

Doctor Turhan, right?

She was very little.

She was very beautiful.

I can't forget her eyes.

I can't forget her screaming.

God, what did we do?

What you're looking for is right there.

Pamuk's nail marks.

Set this up.

Rewind.

That's the opening dris was poing at.

- Yes?

- I hope she gets well soon.

How's your daughter?

She's trying to cope with it...

It's a difficult illness.

My wife has it, too.

- Kidney failure?

Yes.

She is tied to a dialysis machine

three times a week.

No transplants?

Once she had the opportunity.

But my wife, she's a little strange.

A young girl who was also waiting for one,

she let her have the transplant.

She thought the girl deserved to live

longer than her.

Who would do such a thing in these times?

That's life, now that girl is

like a daughter to us.

She looks after my wife,

takes her to dialysis.

- Any kids?

- Not in the stars.

After my wife's kidneys were damaged

she was advised against having kids.

We only have each other in this life.

- But we learned to be happy on our own.

- We never did.

My daughter had a transplant

but her body rejected it.

I gave mine earlier,

but it didn't work either.

You know the donor

for the most recent kidney?

No.

It came from outside of Istanbul.

- Where can we find Battal Bey?

- He is at the hunting lodge.

He's trying to distract himself.

Can you tell me how to go there?

- You wait here.

- What if I need to take notes?

Not necessary any more.

Would you like a cup of hot tea?

Your dad's hunting rife?

Good observation Hunter!

You said; "Come back when

you have something to say. "

I did.

I have something to say.

I'm listening.

I have to give you credit.

You're a good hunter.

You set up good traps...

...your hunt doesn't even recognize.

You're right, traps don't suit a hunter...

...but catching your prey is more important.

Just like the trap you set for us;

Pamuk's cause of death.

You had us searching

the triangle of love...

...betrayal and honor.

This is how it is in Turkey.

Our murders are not very creative.

That's why we've been

stuck on this scheme.

You pushed us into that direction.

A woman who ran away from her husband...

...to her lover ora woman

killed by her family.

Or jealous lover.

dris did

what he had to do before he died.

He told us to change our "perspective".

We did and we saw.

What did you see?

The reason for the murder and

the murderer.

Blood and tissue samples were drawn from

all your relatives and employees.

Because your daughter has kidney failure

and you were looking for a kidney for her.

Pamuk's blood and tissue proved to be

the only match among all the people.

We have the lab reports to prove it.

But there was a problem. How were you

going to convince Pamuk?

And the game started. You started

playing the old man in love with Pamuk.

You divorced your wife.

You convinced her family and married her.

They thought you changed her age

to marry her.

No. You changed her age

so that she could give her kidney.

But your game reached a dead end.

Pamuk did not want to give her kidney,

and ran away to her boyfriend.

You took her back by force...

...and then you took her kidney.

And you killed her.

Despite all your threats...

...Acid was about to tell us

why she ran away.

You made her brother kill him.

Vakkas still thinks this is about honor.

This is it.

What do you think?

Let's take a walk.

Maybe we'll shoot a couple of woodcocks.

These are the last chances.

Hunting season will be over soon.

I told you to come back

when you had something to say...

...but I didn't expect this much.

These are serious accusations Hunter.

Can you prove what you're saying,

do you have enough evidence?

Or are you trying to hit the target

while shooting blind?

We identified boot prints at the scene of the crime.

We have the mold and the pictures.

I'm certain that the boots you're wearing

right now have the same print.

There are also wheel prints. We have

the mold and the pictures for that, too.

I'm certain

it belongs to your 4x4 at the door.

The doctor who planned all this,

his skin was inside Pamuk's nails.

If not enough, I'll keep going.

The anesthetic confessed.

The doctor's computer contains the warning

that Pamuk only possible donor is.

If these are not enough, I'll identify

your daughter's new kidney's DNA.

I already have Pamuk's DNA in hand.

I bet they'll be the same.

Is that enough evidence?

Pamuk is dead, Acid is dead.

Pamuk's family is worse than dead.

They lost their daughter.

Their son is in prison.

dris died. You destroyed so many people

to save one life.

How does your conscience feel?

What matters is

to be able to live with a guilty conscience.

You trapped me.

I thought you were no match for me

but I was wrong.

Ceylan has a special place for me.

I don't know why.

Maybe because of her illness,

maybe because of her smile...

...or maybe because of the look in her eyes.

I did everything to keep my daughter alive

but all in vain.

We spent our lives chasing kidneys.

We looked everywhere.

Bulgaria, Romania, Africa.

And her body rejected the ones we found.

My wife gave her kidney, it didn't work.

I tried, it didn't work.

We were left with poor Pamuk.

I loved my wife

but the marriage had to happen.

I gave Pamuk a fortune

but she didn't want to give her kidney.

She said; "No". She said;

"I won't give her kidney. " She ran away.

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