FILINTA AN OTTOMAN DETECTIVE STORY
WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO WATCH ARE DETECTIVE STORIES
AND ALL CHARACTERS AND INCIDENTS ARE FICTITIOUS.
THIS SERIES IS IN MEMORY OF THOSE GLORIOUS MARTYRS
OF THE OTTOMAN EMPIRE, WHICH RULED JUSTLY OVER THE WORLD,
AND OF THE DESCENDANTS OF THIS GREAT NATION
WHO LOST THEIR LIVES IN PURSUIT OF JUSTICE.
I'm sorry.
How long?
One month at most.
I've never been a very lucky man anyway.
I've made this for you.
I'm very sorry. Is there anything else I can do?
Here you go, Mr Zaharyas.
Zaharyas.
-Wait a minute, sister. -Galata Police.
Run!
Time is running out.
I got to get going.
Mr Mustafa. Lara wants to meet with you.
Thank you, nanny.
She's going to meet me.
Your Highness, the Grand Vizier is here.
Show him in.
You summoned me, Your Highness.
Is everything arranged for the bank we are going to set up?
The preparations are being carried out as you requested.
Good.
Just remember, all of this will need to be done with great secrecy.
If Your Highness permit me...
after the bank is established everyone will know.
Do we need all this secrecy?
Yes, we do, Pasha, we absolutely do. We're going through hard times.
We don't have a lot of friends in this world.
Some bankers will have a lot of problems because of this.
Let them.
Some careless Muslims have collaborated with heathens.
With this bank we are setting up we will fix our finances.
Then we will give my worthy people the service they deserve.
As you requested, we are getting together the bankers
who can help us out.
Good.
Assistant!
Give all these canes to the wounded soldiers in the hospital.
As you wish, Your Highness.
He will only live a couple of hours more.
How are you?
Are you okay, Master Necati?
Who are you?
So you don't recognise me.
Why don't you think about it?
Think hard.
25 years ago.
Customs manager Tahsin.
Remember?
You are that child.
You didn't die?
I still have some time.
I've never ever been lucky in this life.
Till I came across Zaharyas.
Boris Zaharyas.
You don't know him.
You can't prove anything.
To prove...
why bother proving anything while I can take my revenge?
My whole body is shaking.
Oh, geez!
My wardrobe is full of dresses but I have nothing to wear!
Do you actually think he's going to take his eyes off of yours
to look at your dress?
My angel faced girl!
What am I going to wear?
Wait.
Here, hold this.
-Very beautiful. -No, that won't do.
No.
If God...
hadn't confronted me with Zaharyas
I would have departed this world without knowing any of you.
Then I found all of you.
I followed you all one by one.
-Let's check on the patient's status. -Okay.
Look.
I made this.
How do you like it? Nice, right?
Your time has come.
One.
Thank you for accepting my proposal to meet up.
My nanny got the news.
I really didn't have anything to do today anyway. I'd wanted to take a walk.
-I... -I...
Please, go ahead.
I was going to ask if you'd like to sit down somewhere.
After you.
-Mustafa, welcome, son. -Good day, master.
Master Uncle's baklava, have you ever had it?
No.
Master Uncle, could you serve us baklava for three?
-They know you here. -They do. I like it here.
Cadi Giyaseddin Efendi used to bring me when I was little.
What is your relationship with Giyaseddin Efendi?
He's my father.
He found me in front of the Kulliye.
He's treated me as his own son.
He raised me.
How did you decide to be a police officer?
Did Cadi Giyaseddin Efendi make you one?
Here you go.
-Enjoy. -Thank you.
No, it was my decision.
I decided...
together with my best friend late Bicak Ali.
Cadi Giyaseddin has always been proud of our decision.
He taught me everything I know.
This is really good!
You know, I never knew my mother.
My dad and Nanny Gulbahar raised me.
Is your job so dangerous?
This is the path I have chosen.
But don't worry, I'm more cautious now.
Because...
every time I look into your eyes
I know that I now have someone who keeps me grounded.
Chief.
Chief, there's been a murder at the Galata Hospital.
Understood.
I need to go.
If you have to...
-When can I see you again? -We will send you a message, Chief Efendi.
Soon.
Have a nice day.
Shall we visit Aunt Emine in Galata while we're here?
She was sick, we can see if she needs anything.
Of course, honey. My pure hearted girl.
Let's turn him over.
He was skewered.
-Chief, what kind of skewer is this? -A very thin one.
Right through the heart.
Did you find out who he was?
His name is Necati. He's one of the old birds.
Served in Yedikule for 25 years. Even before he got here his lungs had collapsed.
-So? -He was about to die.
If he hadn't been killed he would have died in a couple of hours.
So someone killed a man who was already going to die.
I'm sorry to say so, but yes.
-Who died, uncle? -One of our neighbours.
She died of hunger.
Come, nanny! We are going.
Did anyone else find anything?
A suspect?
No one saw anything. They killed the poor man and just took off.
Where are his belongings?
Right there in the drawer.
-What time is it? -What?
What time does your watch say?
Take out your watch.
Come on, take it out.
A very nice watch. The craftsmanship is exquisite.
-Where did you find this? -I bought it, chief, it's mine.
It would have taken a year of your salary
to be able to buy a watch like this.
Since it's yours...
tell me what's inscribed on the inside.
-I'm waiting. -Well, chief...
it was sitting on the deceased man's bed.
-Besides, the watch doesn't work. -So you swiped it, eh?
What else did you swipe from the deceased?
-Nothing else, I swear. -Do not swear!
-Hasan. -Chief?
Take this thief and frisk him thoroughly.
Then take him to Cadi Efendi for grave robbery.
Come on.
Come on. May God save you. Come on.
Dishonest man!
Chief, what's inscribed in the watch?
Nothing.
Come in.
Are you Cadi Giyaseddin Efendi?
Yes. How can I help you?
A bedridden woman just died because of hunger.
-Where did this incident happen? -In Kar Cinar Street.
That's horrible.
Please take a seat.
Officer!
Round up some of your men and go to Kar Cinar Street.
Gather all home and shop owners in the town centre.
I'll be there in a bit. Go on.
Well, how did you learn about the death of this lady?
We help people in need through our foundation.
-But we can't keep up with everyone. -I see.
I've heard about your foundation. You're Boris Zaharyas' daughter, right?
Yes, Cadi Efendi.
I'm sorry to say we can't keep up with everyone either.
What if we provide you with a room here? Then we can figure out who is in need
and not have a situation like this again. What do you say?
Whatever you think is appropriate, Cadi Efendi.
Bless your heart, my dear girl.
Shall we go?
Is everyone who works and lives on this street here?
-They are all here. -Good.
Lend me your ears, everyone!
I am Cadi Giyaseddin Hatemi of Galata.
A tragedy has happened today in this street.
An old, lonely, poor, and bedridden lady
has passed away because of hunger.
Do you not know that our Prophet says...
that you are not one of us if you go to bed on a full stomach
while your neighbour is hungry?
Today in this street a neighbour of yours died from hunger and poverty.
This is on your head.
What kind of neighbourly act is that? What kind of Muslimism is this?
When that poor woman was dying from hunger
you all went to bed with a full stomach
and you did not feel ashamed because of it.
Oh, neighbours, your sentence is that anyone except for the pregnant,
the children, the sick; all the dwellers and merchants in this neighbourhood
will eat only dry bread and drink water for a week.
The merchants will open their shops
but will only sell necessities that are urgently needed.
Those who do not obey what I say
whether it be a gentleman or a lady
will be brought to justice in Galata.
Neighbours, think about what you have done and repent.
Now get back to work. Godspeed!
Oh, man, I saw them coming straight at me.
Somewhere between 5 to 15 people.
And I'm the bloody King of England.
Listen, man, listen. Coffee maker! Good God.
What was I saying? Oh yes.
What do they say?
Yesterday's jackasses became men, and now they think they own you.
I got in there by tooth and nail.
Then I looked and they were all on the floor.
I said my name is Ahmet the Wind.
If you get in my way again, I will make you all disappear.
Pocket it!
Don't be scared, my dear.
Whatever you do, do it to me. They are innocent.
Let them go.
Hey!
Why are you breathing like someone is pulling you like a horse?
That's all from me, sirs, enough chit chat. I'm off!
Coffee maker.
Ahmet the Wind.
Ahmet!
What is it, man, do I know you?
We've met only once.
I don't recall.
You knew my dad well.
Customs manager Tahsin.
I knew him.
I remember him.
Your time has come.
You know what they say? Justice has been served.
Come in.
I heard from Hasan.
You punished the whole neighbourhood.
But why do you do it to yourself, sir?
Omer Bin Hattab says...
if a wolf eats a lamb by the Tigris...
He said God would hold him to account.
Right.
As a cadi, I didn't even know about the lady's situation.
I am guilty as well. I'm no angel.
So what happened, what is the situation?
A man walks into a hospital
and kills a man that is about to die with a skewer.
A man about to die.
-Revenge. -Exactly.
But the skewer he used isn't a regular one.
-What was it? -I have to do a couple of tests, first.
We are going to find him.
Inshallah.
Riza.
He's now Esat Pasha's assistant.
Good.
He is close at hand. He can't run anymore.
Let's leave him to think he is safe. His time will come.
Come in.
Chief.
-Cadi Efendi. -Yes, Hasan?
Unfortunately, another murder has been committed.
Two streets down. Skewered again.
-Who is it? -A rowdy named Ahmet.
Well, let's go.
Pasha.
Banker Murat Efendi is awaiting you in your office.
-Do you know why he's there? -No, Pasha.
Okay then. We started the day off well.
Oh, you are my assistant now.
Go get a shave and clean yourself up. You must look prim and proper.
Murat Efendi, to what do we owe this honour?
Esat Pasha.
It's been a long time.
The Sultan asked me to come.
It's a hard and important duty to be the Minister of Internal Affairs.
-Isn't it? -May God give our Sultan a long life.
-They treated us with respect. -Amen.
I have been thinking for a while.
We have been in Istanbul for seven generations
but we don't have any ministers in our family.
Fate.
Murat Efendi, you might not have become a minister
but you have become the richest man in the Ottoman Empire.
You even lend money to the government.
What can I do for you?
Cemil, there's something going on.
Istanbul is way too quite.
Boris Efendi, everything seems to be going smoothly.
There are no problems at the port. No sounds are coming from Galata.
The palace is quiet.
This is the calm before the storm.
We will wait and see.
Can I trust you, Esat Pasha, that what we talk about stays between us?
Have no doubts, please.
As you mentioned earlier, I know quite a bit about money affairs.
At our Sultan's request, we'd like to set up a brand new bank
suitable for our large Ottoman Empire.
Well, what can I do for you?
We would like to request your help in setting up the bank.
Why did you decide to honour me in such a way?
Say it's a stroke of luck.
Well, sometimes we might ask you to overlook this and that.
Murat Efendi, I cannot accept your proposal.
Esat Pasha, you must have some reason for rejecting my proposal.
Considering your quite high position,
you absolutely know how you might benefit from our bank.
So that can mean only one thing. Someone got to you before we did.
Murat Efendi!
We'll find out soon enough who it is.
Now if you'll excuse me.
You are excused.