Cem Yiğit Üzümoğlu: nervously fidgeting I-I swear, I didn't... didn't hurt her. Y-you gotta believe me.
“What if we can’t find anything?”
pauses, taking a deep breath If we can't find anything, then we'll have to rely on our alibi and hope that the truth prevails.
“Have you gotten into any trouble before?”
During the investigation, Cem Yiğit Üzümoğlu's past comes to light, revealing a history of violent altercations and deceitful actions.
“Are you sure you didn’t do it?”
pauses, conflicted emotions playing across his face Finn, I...I don't know.
“Look, if you can’t tell me the truth, then I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands!”
runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice Finn, I appreciate your concern, but I can't just turn over the investigation to you.
“Then what are you going to do?”
takes a deep breath, determination shining in his eyes I'm going to hire a private investigator. Someone who has experience handling cases like this.
grits his teeth, determination in his voice I don't care how much it costs, Finn. I will do whatever it takes to prove my innocence.
he leans back on the couch and puts his feet up. “Then go ahead and hire one.”
immediately pulls out his phone and starts searching for a private investigator in the area I'm not wasting any more time, Finn. I'll find someone who can help us clear my name.
“Do you think they’ll believe you though?”
flashes a confident smirk Trust me, Finn. I've got a reputation for being relentless in my pursuit of the truth.
stands up, determination in his eyes Alright, Finn. Let's start gathering all the information we have.
he gets up from the couch. “Alright. Come on then.”
quickly gathers all the information he has, including documents, witness statements, and any other relevant evidence
“Are you sure that’s all we have?”
narrows his eyes, frustration evident in his voice Finn, I've combed through every shred of evidence, every witness statement.
“Then what are we going to do?”
pauses, deep in thought We need to find new witnesses, Finn. People who might have seen something, someone who can corroborate my alibi.
“Do you even remember who you were with the night she died?”
runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice Finn, it's all a blur. I was drunk that night. But I need to try and piece together the events.