Once Upon a Time in Anatolia Page #8

Nothing to write home about.

You couldn't even call it cheating.

The woman must have thought the same

because she forgave the guy right off.

No one dies just like that.

There's no such thing in medicine.

Well.

What sort of drugs are you talking?

The kind sold over the counter?

- Sure. Digoxin, for example.

- Digoxin?

It's a heart drug. High doses

cause a heart attack.

- There are others too.

- No, I know Digoxin.

My father-in-law took it.

- Small, yellow tablets?

- Yes. They come like that too.

Digoxin, huh?

Hello?

What's going on, Sakir?

We should come down?

We'll come down then.

OK, we're on our way.

The autopsy room's ready.

We can go, Mr. Prosecutor.

Mr. Prosecutor?

Shall we go, Mr. Prosecutor?

Let's go, doctor.

- After you.

- Look, doctor...

Would a person...

...really kill themselves...

...to punish someone else?

Would they do that, doctor.

Aren't most suicides intended

to punish someone else, Mr. Prosecutor?

Yes, aren't they?

Bravo.

That's what I thought.

That's it, of course.

Let's go. What are we waiting for?

My wife...

Women can sometimes be

very ruthless, doctor. Really.

Very.

Hello, guys.

- Are we all set?

- Yes, Mr. Prosecutor.

Good.

- Who's going to identify the body?

- His wife's outside, Mr. Prosecutor.

OK, call her in.

Let's get started right away.

Mrs. Toprak, this way.

Come on in.

- How are you, Sakir?

- Fine, thanks, Mr. Prosecutor.

- Here, in here.

- What happened with the accountant?

I talked to him, Mr. Prosecutor.

But it's no use.

The accountant's no use.

Whatever. It'll work out.

- Because these instruments...

- I understand, OK.

- Stand by the prosecutor, please.

- Over here, young lady.

Are you Glnaz Toprak?

OK.

Pull the sheet down, Sakir.

Is this your husband?

Huh?

Mrs. Toprak?

Is this your husband?

I'm asking if it's your husband.

Yes.

Are you sure?

OK.

Cover him up, Sakir.

Now, where were we? OK.

Then his wife Glnaz Toprak

was admitted to view the body.

She was duly sworn in.

- Are you typing this, Abidin?

- Yes, Mr. Prosecutor.

She was shown the body

and asked to identify it.

And she answered,

"The body you've shown me... "

"... belongs to my husband,

Yasar Toprak. "

"His mother's name was Hatice,

his father's name Rstem. "

"He was born in 1979."

"Yes, I went to the prosecutor

as he hadn't been home for two days. "

- Is that right, young lady?

- Yes.

"I don't know how he died. "

"I have thus identified the body. "

- Have you got that, Abidin?

- Yes, Mr. Prosecutor.

But let me see what you've written.

- Last thing was "identified the body. "

- No! You don't type it there.

How many times have I told you?

Type above, leaving a space below.

- I'll do it again. The date.

- Go on, type the date.

But look, that's too much now.

Delete that.

- Here too?

- Yes, there too.

So there's space

for the doctor's autopsy report.

- Cut that too. Yes, there.

- I'll paste it here.

Good. Look, now it's all moved down.

No, move them up.

His father's and mother's names.

OK, I'm moving them up.

- OK, now start typing here.

- OK, Mr. Prosecutor.

Yes.

Where were we?

Yes.

OK, young lady. You're done.

You can go. My condolences to you.

Mrs. Toprak, just wait

in the corridor for a bit.

Mr. Prosecutor, he had a watch

a ring and the like on him.

- Should I hand them over right now?

- Yes. Put them in an envelope first.

And his clothes as well?

I mean, after taking them off.

Yes. Once they're off,

put them in a bag and hand them over.

They're torn and bloodstained.

That's why I'm asking.

That's OK.

Yes, we can continue, Mr. Prosecutor.

- Huh?

- I'm ready.

- Are you back?

- Yes.

Yes, OK then. Now let's...

Let's move on to the doctor.

The doctor was admitted

to view the body.

He was duly sworn in.

He was shown the body.

He was asked the cause of death.

He answered,

"Because the cause of death... "

"... cannot be established

within the scope of the evidence... "

". There is call for

a conventional autopsy. "

Absolutely.

Yes.

Yes, doctor.

That's it.

The ball's in your court.

I'm off.

- Send me a copy of the report.

- OK, Mr. Prosecutor.

- Take it easy then.

- Thanks, Mr. Prosecutor.

Have a good day, Mr. Prosecutor.

Let's get started, shall we?

- Ready, Abidin?

- Yes, Dr Cemal.

- Sakir, you? Shall we start?

- Sure, doctor.

- Let's start, but...

- What?

Well, I told the prosecutor.

You heard. But he won't listen.

- Listen to what?

- We have such lousy equipment, doctor.

How can you do an autopsy

with this kit, for God's sake?

What's the problem?

We do it all the time.

Sure, but... You'll probably say

there's no alternative, but there is.

- What's that?

- Look.

The other day

we went to Kirikkale.

That new hospital wing was opened.

The prosecutor took me along.

The guys had built a morgue,

a truly amazing morgue.

And I know the head physician there,

he doesn't have a clue.

But that didn't stop them

getting first-rate equipment.

I'm talking autopsy instruments

which fit your hand.

- Don't these?

- C'mon, don't give me that.

Now, our kit isn't bad either, but...

For instance, they'd got

an electric version of this saw.

The saw's electric,

but rechargeable too.

Two hours on charge and use it for 24

out in the wilds, wherever you want.

I tell the prosecutor let's get the kit

and he sends me to the accountant.

Fine, talk to the accountant, but

he's a real jerk. He's totally clueless.

All he's worried about is

chasing skirt at the courthouse.

- And he can't even get it up!

- Sakir!

- Yes?

- Take off that sheet and let's start.

I'm worn out. I need sleep.

OK, but I mean, I wanted to share

my troubles with you, doctor. Because...

- Abidin! Are you ready?

- Yes, Dr Cemal.

Shall I cut it?

Sure, of course.

Now let's start with

the body examination report.

Then we'll move on to

the conventional autopsy report. OK?

OK, Dr Cemal.

Get typing then.

An external examination of the body

was then commenced.

The body was dressed in a shirt

of orange, yellow and grey...

...a white undershirt...

...and dark blue,

heavy-duty work trousers.

- Should I cut, doctor?

- Go ahead.

A black leather belt

was observed at the waist.

Come on, Sakir.

The trousers were removed.

The body was determined

to be wearing no underpants.

The old boy went around

ready for action!

- The body measured 180 cm...

- Excuse me, sorry!

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

- Excuse me, Dr Cemal!

...a moustache...

- Dr Cemal, excuse me!

- What?

- Should I give the clothes...

Mrs. Toprak is out in the corridor.

Should I give her the clothes now?

Go on then.

- Give them to her in a bag.

- OK.

Get me a bag.

Don't hang around. Open it.

Grab the shoes.

- Give me that one in the corner too.

- Here

Now move. Make yourself useful.

The cerebrum and cerebellum

were removed.

Extensive subarachnoid hemorrhaging,

epidural hematoma and contusion...

...were identified on

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