Once Upon a Time in Anatolia Page #6

Shut the f*** up! Moron!

Your work's done.

The rest is my job.

Just calm down. Huh?

Let's get the job done

as fast as possible.

Yes, now let's...

Let's continue.

Doctor, let's now draft

a crime scene investigation report.

- Sure.

- Abidin, you get ready too.

Tevfik's getting the laptop

from the car, Mr. Prosecutor.

Quick! Hurry!

There's still a lot to do.

Bring it here.

Take this to the car.

Almost ready, Mr. Prosecutor.

Yes, Mr. Prosecutor.

Get typing then.

Location:
Kizilullu.

...in the north of

the administrative district...

Sergeant, what do you say?

Is this Kizilullu here?

Well, Mr. Prosecutor,

it's like this.

The Fountain

is right on the border.

This side is Sariullu,

the other side Kizilullu.

- So?

- Well, it's quite simple.

Suppose we drew a line

between us and the fountain.

This side to the north is Kizilullu

and the south side Sariullu.

- Sir...

- Meaning?

Well, if you look

at the map coordinates...

...it'll tell you exactly

whether this is Kizilullu or...

Well, we could say Kizilullu,

but it also tends towards Sariullu.

Being outside the municipal limits,

I know this point very well.

- The municipal map actually

marks this... - OK.

...as the exact boundary point.

- OK. Location, Sariullu.

in the vicinity of Kavurgali village...

...around how many km

from the municipal seat?

- I'd say we've come 30 km.

- We're currently 37 km away, sir.

...37 km from the municipal seat.

A visit was made to the field beside

the fountain at the above location.

Within the said roadside field...

It's a good 25-30 m, right?

- I can measure it, sir.

- No need, sergeant.

It was verified

that the corpse lay buried...

...some 30 m from the edge.

The ground was dug up...

...and the body exhumed

by the appointed officers.

It was observed...

...that the corpse...

...had been hogtied.

- Have you got that?

- Yes, Mr. Prosecutor.

The rope was cut.

Hayrettin, cut the rope now.

No, not here.

That's right.

That's it.

Turn him over on his back.

Yes, now.

Open a new paragraph.

- Abidin.

- Yes, Mr. Prosecutor.

The corpse was clothed...

...in a pair of dark blue,

heavy-duty work trousers...

...and a yellow and grey shirt.

- Your man's going for it.

- He's twittering.

- We slog all night, you just revel.

- New paragraph, Abidin.

- Yes, Mr. Prosecutor.

The thing to be in life

is a master of revels.

Tevfik, count this.

The male corpse measured 180 cm tall.

How old is the victim, doctor?

- I think we could say 35-40.

- You are right.

Was aged 35-40...

...looked like Clark Gable...

...weighed an estimated 80-90 kg...

Abidin, you've got that

word for word, huh?

You look a bit like Clark Gable,

you know, Mr. Prosecutor?

- Sorry, but...

- OK, stop the banter.

Let's be serious now.

Where were we?

- Weighed an estimated 80-90 kg...

- Yes, 80-90 kg.

Had a moustache...

...and three-four days' beard growth.

It was verified that rigor mortis...

What shall we say here, doctor?

We could say

rigor mortis had worn off.

OK.

It was verified that rigor mortis

had worn off in the arms and legs.

Have you got that?

Due to physical circumstances...

Well, what shall we say?

We can't do an autopsy here,

so let's say something like this:

...unsuitable conditions necessitated...

...that an autopsy be performed

at the state hospital.

You're right. Yes.

Due to circumstances being ill-suited

to the performance of an autopsy...

...and because hospital conditions

would be more appropriate...

...it was decided to have

a conventional autopsy performed...

...to transfer the corpse to town...

...to establish

the exact cause of death...

...to drive the corpse to town...

...in one of

the investigation vehicles.

That's OK, isn't it?

- Right, Mr. Prosecutor.

- Yes.

Hayrettin! Go and get him ready

to take away.

Put him in a body bag first.

At university...

...people used to

call me Clark Nusret...

...by the way.

But really, you look a lot

like Clark Gable, Mr. Prosecutor.

No body bag.

- No?

- No.

- You didn't bring the body bag?

- Did you?

- But I told you!

- What's up?

Tevfik forgot the body bag,

Mr. Prosecutor.

Bringing body bags isn't my job!

- I told you to get it though.

- When did you tell me?

OK, cut it out!

- Before going to the courthouse.

- Cut it out!

How could you forget

the goddamn body bag?

You knew where we were going!

Hayrettin, grab a blanket.

Run! Quick!

When did your village

ever turn out any real men?

Quick!

Look who's talking!

Ratting at the first chance...

You guys lend a hand too!

OK, let's do this head to toe.

You go there.

Will you help, sergeant?

Come on!

Put on his shoes.

- Grab the rope. It's evidence, right?

- Of course.

Fold it over like me.

Go on, fold it!

OK, one, two, three...

Sergeant, bring my laptop, OK?

And don't forget the evidence.

Look, there on the ground.

Izzet, c'mon!

Really, I'm curious, you know.

Seeing as you killed the guy,

why go and tie him up like this?

He didn't fit in the car otherwise.

Oh, really?

Why on earth

didn't we get an ambulance?

I phoned for one before we set out,

but the ambulance had broken down.

- I'll call again now, if you like.

- We're not waiting for that as well.

Now, what are we doing?

Which boot is bigger?

- Arab's is, capacity-wise.

- C'mon, Tevfik!

This boot's bigger than yours?

Right, there's the LPG tank.

- In this one too.

- He won't fit in either.

What do we do then?

Oh, God!

What should we do? I wonder

if we should hogtie him again?

What?

He won't fit unless he's tied up.

Look.

No, there's no need

for tying him up.

If we bend him forwards

he'll probably fit. Let's try.

- OK, let's try then.

- Quick, the rain is on its way.

Here, c'mon. Turn him like this.

Easy does it.

Now bend him.

Now the head.

Head forwards.

- There, OK. C'mon...

- OK. One, two, three, here we go!

Leave his head like that.

That's it.

Lift! C'mon, Tevfik, lift!

- OK, careful.

- Slowly now.

That won't do.

Lift from there.

OK, don't yell, Arab.

Put the feet down.

Watch out, Tevfik!

What the f*** you want?

Right, OK.

Hayrettin! You and Ethem

switch to this car.

OK, hold it. Let go.

- Easy, Arab! You'll bust my head.

- Izzet! You and Kenan in my car!

C'mon, Arab!

I had two years on the murder desk

before here.

With Sacit, now the boss in Antep.

I hope his ears are burning.

He was a great guy,

though no better than you.

He'd say wherever you find

a can of worms, look for a woman.

Be sure to look for

an issue with a woman.

And truly, all these years

the guy hasn't once proved wrong.

Right, but this guy

was a right son of a gun, boss.

- Who?

- The dead guy.

Live like a rat, die like a rat.

I wouldn't know about that.

I don't want to either.

That's it for me, my friend.

My job's done.

It's over to the prosecutor now.

Let him clear up the mess.

It's not my business.

Doctor, what time's the autopsy?

Remember I wanted that prescription?

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