Once Upon a Time in Anatolia Page #5

Some more bread. And pickles.

- There you go.

- It's the wind.

The same thing happened yesterday.

It'll come back in 15 minutes.

Mukhtar, forget the morgue.

Get the village electricity fixed.

First, the electricity.

What was that saying about

having no money to...? Never mind.

Mr. Naci, we have many problems.

They're all important.

But this is the wind.

Cemile!

Cemile, come here a minute, girl!

Two lamps.

One for the toilet, one for here.

Off you go now.

It'll come back.

It will.

It'll come back.

God give us health before all else.

Electricity, water, the rest will come.

The wind's been wild

this past week, you know.

Cemile!

Thanks a lot.

Cemile, my girl!

- Mukhtar, where was that toilet?

- You can't go on your own.

Here, wait. Let me lead the way.

You follow me.

Let's have a smoke.

Bring the lamps in here, girl.

Look, I told you two lamps.

Mr. Naci, come on.

It's no good without you.

Don't think I didn't see you laugh

when I mentioned elections just now.

He who holds the honey jar

gets to lick his fingers, right?

And you say

you'd never marry from here.

Thanks.

Yasar!

Aren't you dead?

Kenan!

Hey, Kenan!

C'mon, get up!

I'm not done with you yet.

Get up!

What did I say? No sleeping

before we're done with this!

Now get up!

Izzet, bring him along.

- Shall I get the store opened for soda?

- No, forget food and drink.

Is there nothing to sit on in there?

- Shall I bring a chair, chief?

- No, forget it.

"You got to allow for that," he says.

"You have her left or right in bed?"

So I say, "What's the difference?"

He goes, "Do it the other way round

and you'll get one hell of a headache. "

Well, a mukhtar like that

produces an angel like that...

Extraordinary.

But what a waste.

She'll just fade away

in this godforsaken village.

The beautiful usually have

a bad fortune, doctor.

So why did you say that woman died?

Which woman?

The woman you described as gorgeous?

Your friend's wife.

What was the cause of her death?

I mean, what did the doctors say?

There really was no cause.

As I said,

it was the most bizarre death.

One day, the guy said to his wife...

"Let's sell the old banger by autumn

and get a decent car instead. "

The woman answered,

"Do what you like. "

"I won't be here in autumn anyway.

I'll be dead. "

The guy made nothing of it at first.

He thought his wife was joking.

But the woman said,

"It's no joke. I'm serious. "

"I tell you, I'm going to die

after having the baby," she said.

The guy was annoyed naturally.

But he didn't dwell on it too much

because the woman was pregnant.

As you know, women tend to be

a bit volatile when they're pregnant.

They can get terribly gloomy.

So the guy put it down to that.

He didn't dwell on her words.

But...

...the next day,

it was the same words again.

Then came the day of the birth.

It went quite normally

and they had a healthy baby girl.

Before long, the woman was at home

lying in bed...

...and wanted to cuddle the baby.

So they brought her the baby.

The woman gave the baby

a kiss and a cuddle and so on.

And afterwards...

...she said,

"Well, I can die now. "

And sure enough, she died soon after

right in front of everyone's eyes.

There you go, doctor.

Those are the facts.

She died the very minute

she said she would.

Let's see what sense

you can make of them now.

Well, was there an autopsy?

Why?

To get a clearer picture

of the cause of death.

You haven't been listening.

The cause of death was clear.

Anyway, if there'd been

anything suspicious...

...you think I'd have let it go?

No one dies

because they say they will.

She must have poisoned herself

or something.

Poisoned herself?

What gives you that idea, doctor?

If there'd been anything suspicious,

wouldn't we have acted on it?

I'm a prosecutor.

It's my job to be suspicious.

We'd have looked into it, of course.

But the doctors said a heart attack.

There was a report saying so then.

Honestly, I still think...

...an autopsy

would have been better.

Come on! You don't need an autopsy

if the cause of death is clear.

Because it was clear.

A heart attack.

You'd be right,

if the cause of death was unknown.

Besides...

...her family

saw no need for an autopsy.

Carving up

a beautiful young woman for no reason.

There you have it, doctor,

how the loveliest woman left this life.

But then, there's also this.

Some drugs can trigger it,

but obviously I can't tell now.

What?

Some drugs can trigger

a heart attack if taken in high doses.

It just came to mind.

- Mr. Nusret, how about a tea?

- No, thanks. I've had some already.

- Don't be shy, for heaven's sake.

- Thanks, mukhtar.

I'm so embarrassed

about the power failure.

But there's nothing I can do.

Mr. Prosecutor,

can you come here a minute?

- It's got a bit complicated.

- How?

The guy says it's his kid.

- Which kid?

- The victim Yasar's son.

Yasar supposedly didn't know.

He thought he was the father.

He says on the night of the incident

he was drunk and it just slipped out.

You want to come and have a word?

Let me have a word then.

- Is that 'bazlama' bread?

- Yes.

- It smells great.

- Help yourself.

Thanks. I'm full actually but...

- The smell.

- Right.

- Arab!

- Boss?

Come here, c'mon!

- Give me a cigarette.

- What?

Give me a cigarette.

Hand it over.

That mayor's daughter...

She's beautiful.

It's here.

Abidin, record that before it's ruined.

Then put them in an envelope.

What the hell is that?

God, all we needed was a dog.

Shoo! F*** off!

Shoo!

Izzet!

Mr. Prosecutor!

We've found it.

Diggers, move it! Faster!

Just don't touch!

Let Abidin get it on camera first.

Abidin!

Over here!

I expect the dogs dug it up, right?

I expect so.

OK, that'll do. That's fine.

Hayrettin, let's...

Start gently from the edges.

Dig around him like this.

Then lift him out here. OK?

Now take it slowly.

Careful! Hold it there. Not the head!

- Look, grab the shoulders.

- The shoulders.

- Slowly! Slow down.

- Give that here. Hold this.

He'll come out now.

Go on, lift him.

There we go.

Tevfik, give a hand here.

Goodness sake!

Careful, guys, for God's sake!

Don't turn him over.

Lift him as he is, guys.

Two, three...

Here, over here. Bring him over!

Put him here.

Arab! Pull up his trousers.

OK.

Look at that!

What way is that to tie someone up?

Is that human, Mr. Prosecutor?

It's inhuman!

Look, you killed him,

but why tie him up like that?

What about respect for the dead?

Got none of that either? Sadist sh*t!

- Naci, just calm down.

- Look at him! Why tie the guy up?

- Naci!

- You're not human!

Naci, calm down for God's sake! Huh?

Look, we still have work to do here!

- You're not human! Sadist sh*t!

- Naci!

Naci, come over here. Come on.

- Look, you've done a good job.

- They shouldn't be treated like humans!

They just deserve

to be tied up just like him.

OK. Come over here.

I'm the one who killed Yasar.

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