Who Killed Lady Winsley? (Lady Winsley)

Betty Grant Winsley, aka Lady Winsley,

40, American.

Died on the night of Sunday, February 19, 2017.

Killed by a gunshot.

No prints on the bullet.

The weapon is a 9 mm.

A Beretta 92 Parabellum.

An old model.

- How do you know? - The mark on the bullet.

That model had a design defect.

It was withdrawn after a few months.

Nothing under her nails.

The bruises?

She was dragged along. We found strands of her hair.

And a drop of blood.

- Time of death? - 12:15 am.

Was she beaten?

No, there are no traces of violence, apart from the gunshot.

No strangulation, no bruising.

Any sexual violence?

May Allah forgive you!

Surely you don't expect me to check that?

You're not a pathologist?

No. Just a nurse.

I can't abide dead bodies!

Me neither.

I was expecting you.

I'm the maid.

Who's there?

Burak Ozturk, journalist with the island's daily.

Who allowed you in?

My press card. The police captain knows.

I'm taking over the case. I don't want the press here.

Did you know Lady Winsley?

We all knew her.

- But you're a journalist. - She never gave me an interview.

I insisted, but she wouldn't tell me a thing.

About what?

About what an American novelist was doing here in winter.

It could have promoted our island.

A journalist who cares about his country.

How patriotic of you!

But I am a patriot, inspector.

Can I help you, sir?

- Inspector Fergan. - For the American woman...

Captain...

I didn't know the investigation had begun.

The Americans are demanding results.

We've questioned the four main suspects.

The victim, Lady Winsley.

The gardener.

His brother, Davut. He found the body.

And the last man to see her alive, Sercan Birol.

The interrogation reports.

I hate taking over an investigation, I hate a scene being polluted,

and I loathe journalists.

Do you mean Burak?

He's a decent guy. He knows a lot, he can help you.

It's a small island. People know each other.

Plus, they're all related.

- Cigarette? - I quit.

What did Lady Winsley come here for?

I don't know.

We're counting on you to find that out. Be worthy of your reputation.

What reputation?

Here, we exaggerate to make a compliment credible.

So, you'd never heard of me?

- How about you? - Had you heard of me in Istanbul?

Why should I have?

You again?

My daughter manages this place.

She won't be long.

Anything to tell me?

Inspector?

Breakfast's at 7:30.

Smoking isn't allowed, neither here, nor downstairs.

The bar opens at 5 pm, but we don't serve alcohol after 8 pm.

To get drunk, try the End Bar on the corniche,

but watch out for the cliffs.

I only change the sheets on request. New ones are eight liras extra.

Five liras for room service.

Three liras for TV, five if you watch over an hour a day.

The police don't pay for extras. They're not free.

I'm just letting you know.

If you need anything, just ask.

There is no TV.

I'm Azra.

- Fergan. - Inspector Fergan.

Thank you.

- Hello, dear? - Hello, Mum.

- Not too tired? - No, I'm not tired.

- Tried my baklava? - I'm not hungry.

- Is it dangerous there? - I'm not scared.

- I saw my clairvoyant... - Mum...

- Be careful. - Mum, I'm not in any danger.

- I have a bad feeling. - Mum...

- When'll you be back in Istanbul? - You forgot my cloves.

The islands are rich in dark tales

of clan or racial wars, or ancient murders...

All those stories are legends, passed on to preserve our values.

This Lady Nestlé probably bore us a grudge.

- Not Nestlé, Lady Winsley. - Same difference.

Be wary of women writers.

I told her to enjoy the beach and the sea, rather than awake old demons.

She told me to stay out of it.

She needed a lesson, but no one ever imagined such a tragedy.

Far from it.

- We're counting on you, Inspector... - Fergan.

Musa, Eray,

Ismail, Burhan,

Kasim, Ahmet and Hikmet.

He's your American's gardener.

Who's that?

Him?

That's Birol.

A great and noble veterinarian who did a lot for this island.

Our fathers were cousins.

This is Davut, my brother.

He took Lady Winsley bread and milk each day.

- Do you speak English? - No, but I was learning.

To talk to her.

To say what?

I'd say, "Do you love Büyükada Island? Do you love fish?"

She didn't understand and asked, "What love?"

Then I replied, "Love. You love Büyükada."

She said, "Yes, I love it."

And she smiled at me. She was beautiful.

On February 20,

when you found the body, did you see anyone near the house?

No, I didn't. I told the police.

Inspector!

I saw my brother, his son,

the maid and Kasim's son Fuat.

I also saw Tevfik, Abdullah, Macit, Sadik, Emin,

and my cousin, Feyyaz.

All right.

Thank you.

Lady Winsley ate her last meal here.

She sat there and began with a glass of raki.

No other women drink here, understand?

- Lady Winsley loved life. - You fancied her?

I'm too old. I'm not into American women.

They're too domineering. That bothers me.

But, believe me, all the local men were under her charm.

Understand?

- She'd talk to people, ask stuff. - Ask stuff?

Too many questions, understand?

I understand, yes.

I understand Kant, Kierkegaard,

Ibn-i Haldun, Friedrich Engels, Zhang Zhu,

Ludwig Josef Johann Wittgenstein...

Not Liechtenstein. So why wouldn't I understand you?

What about?

What did you see that night?

She left on foot with Sercan.

He came back alone shortly after. Understand?

I didn't do anything.

Maybe. But you were the last to see her alive.

Were you her lover?

I just walked with her.

She stopped to ask the time.

It was 11:30 pm.

I went with her part of the way, then I came back.

- You didn't walk her home? - No.

- Why not? - She refused.

Lady Winsley charmed men, but never let them get close.

I didn't kill her.

Good night.

What are you doing?

I'm out of syringes.

Saliva is just as good for DNA testing.

Need anything else?

You can go.

- Fuat? - Yes, inspector.

- Heard about Lady Winsley? - Everyone's talking. It's terrible.

- So, you knew her? - No, only by reputation.

Where were you on the evening of February 19?

- What day was that? - A Sunday.

I missed the last ferry from the port. I slept at my uncle's.

- Who's that? - Burak, the journalist.

- Is that a cut? - From army training.

I hope it heals soon.

Thank you.

I want to see Lady Winsley's body again.

The Americans collected it last night.

Still angry? Need a ride back?

I have to digest a heavy dinner.

Where have you been?

You're more curious than me, inspector!

I advise you not to return to the crime scene.

By the way, it's a 27-minute walk to Lady Winsley's manor.

27 minutes exactly.

YOUNG MAN MURDERED?

Do you sell cloves?

Sorry, no.

Too bad.

Who sells them?

I carry some since I stopped smoking.

- How long? - What?

Since you stopped.