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Of course Hunter is the greatest.

- Why do they call him Hunter?

- Why do they call me crazy?

Because I get crazy and he hunts.

- Hello?

- How's it going?

Good. What's up?

My dad wants to meet you,

He said it's about time.

When are you free?

My security firm is looking

for new people.

Let's give you a job there.

You can't live on your retirement pension.

Mustafa, I'm fed up.

I spent my whole life chasing after criminals.

You remember

the case of Ragip from Eyp?

You got him in the end.

I got him in the end but I lost 14 kilos.

- 14 kilos!

- Ok.

- Your girlfriend?

- How did you know?

You slouched, you glanced sideways,

looked a little surprised.

Your face got red.

Your whole body says it.

Mustafa! Cheers everyone!

Cheers everyone! 1, 2, 3

Oh, my head. It's killing me.

Barely made it to the morning.

It happens when you drink that much.

Thanks.

We kept on drinking. I blacked out.

I don't remember how I made it home.

- Where is he?

- Who? - The newbie!

At the crime scene department.

He'll be back soon.

They found the case from

the fingerprints.

- Wow.

- That's it. We got it.

Her name is Pamuk. Pamuk Seyhan.

Arrested for selling drugs...

...let go for lack of evidence.

There is an address,

no identity number.

She's just a kid! Only 16.

She might be just a kid

but she means business.

She looks real innocent to me,

poor girl.

You're the kid!

Show me a woman who is innocent

and I'll slit my wrists!

Let's go and visit this address...

...and see what we can find.

Go to the car.

I'll be there after I inform Chief Murat.

Even a dog wouldn't stand this smell.

- Yes?

- Police.

- What's it?

- Could we come in?

Excuse the mess.

- What's the purpose of your visit?

- What's your name?

Kamuran, sir. Kamuran Tora.

Do you know this person?

- Sure I do. This is Pamuk.

- Does she live here?

- No.

- How do you know her?

She used to come by my workplace!

- What do you do?

- Bartender. Pamuk used to hang out at the bar.

She was underage

but the boss didn't mind.

- We became friends overtime.

- Was she your lover?

- No, I'm gay.

- Do you have her phone number?

Of course! - She gave the police

your address as her residence.

We'll, she has a boyfriend, Acid.

What do you mean?

His nickname is Acid. He sells drugs.

Acid mer. He used to sell at the bar.

He's a total jerk.

He would beat her up all the time.

Pamuk would come stay with me for a day

or two...

...then she'd go back to that a**hole.

They arrested her for selling drugs...

...she had no idea

what was inside her purse.

That jerk was using her.

They let her go.

She must've given my address

at the station not to give him up.

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