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I always knew
my day of reckoning would come.

But I never thought
I'd burn the city down with me.

7 DAYS BEFORE
TUESDAY

What's up?

My God, Thor,
you're supposed to be sleeping.

Everything okay, big man?

Erik stinks again.

ORKAN ERDEM
FOOTBALL PLAYER OF THE YEAR

-I'll go.
-Thanks.

Sorry, Mike, that wasn't good enough.

Come on. Come here.

Yes, yes, yes. Come here.

Lie down.

-What did you eat?
-A kebab.

What, seriously?

That's good.

Right. Now go to sleep.

Can't you cook
something decent for the kids?

-Like what?
-I don't know.

Potatoes, spinach with egg on top.
Get creative.

Grimmer, Federal Homicide.
What's going on?

There's a body over there.

And?

We got a call over the radio
about a possible robbery with GBH.

There was talk of several offenders.
The duty officer sent us.

Everyone at the scene of the crime
denies having seen anything,

but this guy says he saw a body
in the bushes over there.

Name?

I'm in the middle of establishing IDs.
We've only been here three minutes.

Of course. But that's not what I meant.

Oh right. My name's Petrovic.

Okay, Petrovic, I'm from Federal Homicide,
sixth homicide squad.

It seems you have
the potential witnesses under control.

You can continue questioning them,

but before that, do me a favor
and get your colleague out of the bushes.

Wachtmeister!
Weird name, right? Come here.

We're too late. We've got a code 88.
Call an ambulance and homicide.

Already here.

Grimmer, sixth squad.

You've confirmed that it's a corpse?

Well, not officially.
That's done by the paramedics.

I know. What did you touch?

-What are you doing here?
-I live nearby.

Fine, but are you on call?

Yes.

I touched his wrist.
He was missing a finger.

Okay, Wachtmeister.
I'll take a look at the body.

-I'll go and file a report.
-One moment.

Look after the little one until I'm back.
He's called Erik.

Go inside.

Close the window.

Right now.

Have you got them all?

Yes, they all live around here.
I'll talk to those at the windows next.

We can do that later.
How old are you both?

What?

-I'm 22.
-I'm 23.

Okay. This is your first homicide?

-So it is murder?
-That's what I said. I'll file a report.

Listen to me first.

This is clearly a case
for Federal Homicide.

And tonight, the sixth squad.
That's me.

No one higher up can change that.

But because
of the special circumstances here,

I need your special co-operation.

What special circumstances?

That's just not any old body.

That's all I can say for now.

Forget everything you learned
at police academy.

It won't help you now.

You can see tonight as special training.

This is a special case
and it calls for special measures.

I must be able
to rely on you 100 percent.

What should we do?

What was your last report to base?

Zero four. Arrived at the scene.

-OK, now report zero three.
-Zero three.

They'll leave you in peace.

Tell them you've got to take
statements for GBH.

Under no circumstances
should you report an 88.

-We're supposed to lie?
-Just for now.

The press listens in to the radio.
We'll be overrun here.

I'll talk to your duty officer later,
don't worry.

But first, the most important thing:
don't let anyone near the crime scene.

Not like usual. Here, I mean no one.

No one.

No colleagues, paramedics,
prosecutors or forensics,

not even the very top of the food chain,
not even our honorable chief of police.

Got it? No matter how long it takes.

-But--
-This will turn out well for you.

Now and then fate comes knocking.

This is probably the most important night
of your whole career.

If you don't mess it up,

then we might meet again
on the homicide squad very soon.

Thanks.

But I still don't get it.

What are we supposed do exactly?

You're securing the crime scene
as you usually would before we turn up.

But this time you don't report it.

-Don't you want to call your department?
-You'll be overrun soon, don't worry.

But I have to take care of
something myself first.

-Are you going?
-I'll be right back.

I'm counting on you!

Get the barrier tape.
Let's seal off the area.

I've never heard such bullshit.

Don't forget to report zero three.

Grimmer, you bastard.

Whatever it is,
tell me at the office in six hours.

Okay, what is it?

You'll be glad
you got a head start on this.

-Who's dead?
-Orkan Erdem.

The football player?

The best player
in the German national team.

-The game is tomorrow?
-The World Cup qualifier against Turkey.

Oh, shit! Who's there from the squad?

-Just me.
-What?

Something like this will explode.

The city will talk about nothing else
for months, Police Director.

No press there?

-No.
-Who else knows about this?

Just you, me and two police officers.
They don't know who he is.

How did you manage that?

I happened to be in the area.

Listen,
the man hasn't been dead ten minutes.

But the situation is really unusual.

-He's lying in a front garden in Marzahn.
-Shit.

What with the game tomorrow,
those media fuckers will have a field day.

No, no. In the city,
in the whole country...

...all hell will break loose.

A lot of people were pissed with Erdem.

The Turks don't like him
playing for Germany,

and the alt-right like it even less.

If we're not careful,
we'll have a race war on our hands soon.

I've got a suggestion.

He's not been officially identified.
The next of kin haven't been informed.

There are tactical considerations.
In short...

we could keep it a secret
until after the game.

That might take the edge
off the story a bit.

But then...

they'll hang us for that.

Not necessarily.
Maybe by then we'll have the perpetrator.

What happens tomorrow night?
When Erdem doesn't show up to the game?

You have to contact
the Football Association.

It's best if you talk to the president
or the trainer personally.

The more people know,
the quicker it blows up.

Buy yourself some new underwear.

I'll see who I can get hold of.

-Seiler?
-We'll stay in touch.

-Seiler?
-Yes?

This case.

I want it.

Finally thinking of your career, Grimmer.

Sure, whoever takes the call
gets the case.

There was no call.
I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

But you were on call?

No, the fifth squad is on
until tomorrow night.

Shit, Grimmer!

I know.

But you did the right thing.
As always.

I'll see what I can do.

Fuck yeah!

Hey, sweetie. Hey.

Hey, come on.

Get up. Put this on.

What's going on?

I'm sorry,
but you've got to help me with something.

-Where are your car keys?
-What about the kids?

They can sleep in the car.
How much cash do you have?

150 euro.
I wanted to pay some bills with it.

-Why?
-I need more, a lot more.

We need as much as possible.

Come on, babe, get a move on.

I am! Jeez...

Mrs. Wiegand,
wake up properly and listen to me.

Call the Chief of Police.
Get her on the phone.

Or the Interior Senator.

I don't care in which order.
Whoever answers first.

ORKAN ERDEM
ONE FOR ALL, ALL FOR THE TEAM

Get the president
of the Football Association on the phone,

and the trainer
of the German national team.

I don't care how you do it.

Wake someone on the association
and work your way up the ladder.

Start at the ball boy if you must.

What have you got?

Sorry, music is my drug.

Come here.

Erol? Possible contact.

Anis Aziz, he's just come
from Rotterdam by car.

He's heading your way.

I can't see him yet.

He's in his usual place.

Security said nothing,
they waved him straight through.

-As usual.
- Got him.

Glasses, leather coat, ugly as sin?

That's him.

Okay. They were waiting for him.

Anis handed something over.

That'll be the car key.

I don't know, I'm too far away.

Confirmed.

Shit, you won't believe this.
Hakim's got the keys himself.

Don't let him out of your sight.
He'll probably give them to a runner.

Doesn't look like it.

He never drives himself. Way too risky.

He's headed your way.

Aykut? I hope you're ready.

We're ready.

-I see him.
-Is he going to the car?

He's already in it.

Can you believe it?

Hakim is driving himself.

Notify the SWAT team.
This is a unique chance.

We don't know yet
if he's heading for the target.

-Why would they change their tactics now?
-Why would he suddenly drive himself?

Sooner or later the sun shines
out of every cop's ass.

I hope you're not talking about my ass.

No way.
I don't want to have to go to HR again.

For the record,
I mean my own majestic booty.

Subject turned onto Boxhagener Street.

It's looking good.
Looking good, people.

I'll give the SWAT team a heads-up.

Is the light a good idea?

Don't shit yourself.
You want to miss the whole show?

-Yes?
-Späti, it's me, Kurt.

Shit, Kurt, what do you want?

The deadline is tomorrow,
there's nothing I can do.

So stop bugging me.

What are the odds
for the Germany-Turkey game tomorrow?

Jesus Christ, do you have a death wish?

You'd better hang up real quick

and pray that I forget you ever called
when the debt collector comes tomorrow.

-Come on. I just want to know the odds.
-No way!

You can't place a bet
until you've paid what you owe.

What's the problem? I just want...

-17,000, by tomorrow.
-...information.

This isn't directory enquiries.

Didn't even get the limit this time.
The account is empty.

-How much is that altogether?
-1800 euro. My 1300, your 500.

Fuck.

Fuck, man!

4.5:1 GERMANY

Kurt? What's going on?

I owe money to some bad people.

17,000.

-The deadline's tomorrow.
-17,000?

Yes, but there's a bet and...

it could turn things around.

How were you planning
to pay back so much by tomorrow?

This is the plan.

Fate has given me an opportunity.
I'm improvising.

They'll hurt you, won't they?

You can't even
tell your colleagues about it.

Hey, don't worry. I'll land on my feet.

Take it.

You've helped me thousands of times.

I'll start crying.

Thank you.

How much more do you need?

4,000 to be debt free.
20,000 to make a profit.

-Can't you borrow money from someone?
-In cash? In the middle of the night?

What? You're with the feds!
You must know someone!

-Are you sure about his ID?
-Hundred percent.

Besides, I don't need ID
to know he's one of us.

The way he talks and all that.

But what kind of homicide detective leaves
a crime scene and is gone...

for over 20 minutes?

He had his little kid with him.

He's probably putting it to bed

and maybe he's calling
his team and forensics.

He wants to use the radio.

We can phone too.

Shit, this doesn't feel right.
Don't you think?

On the other hand,
if we totally mess it up,

he has more authority
than us two together.

-It's raining.
-What?

I just felt a drop. It's raining.

Shit, what now?

The rain will destroy valuable evidence!

Now we have to report it!

Yes?

It's you.

Where did you get this number?

From your duty officer.
Listen, it's starting to rain.

You must secure the crime scene.

And how?

How do I know? Tarp, blankets.
Think of something.

But when will you be back?
We're alone here.

You can do it.

72. Unit 1 has arrived.
They're heading up.

Is he already there?

Not yet. You were quicker.

We took a different route.

Several Tarik-Amir guys
are already inside.

We're in position too.

-There, there and there.
-Now Hakim just has to turn up.

-Got a walkie-talkie for me?
-Who do you want to talk to?

Our colleagues are following him.
Maybe they're going somewhere else.

There he is.

Come on. Go inside, man.

What's he doing?

-Do you know him?
-No, he's new.

-Erol?
-I don't recognize him either.

Why don't they come and get the shipment?

Something's different today.

Everything is different today.

Yeah, baby, come to Mommy.

Yeah, that's how I like it.

I don't like saying this,
but we should abort.

What? You're insane.

You want to blow our only chance?

Hey, man.

Hakim Tarik-Amir is driving the delivery

from Rotterdam to his hideaway in person,
and you want to abort?

Know how long it took me
to persuade the state prosecutor?

That's exactly why.

The new guy. He's coming straight at us.

He's just taking a short cut.
He's walking.

He's heading for our cars.

-Get him.
-I'm on it.

-Hey!
-Police! Get down!

Stay down.
Arms behind your back, come on.

Stand up!

Shit, how old are you?

Fifteen.

Why are you out at this time?

-Let's move.
-I didn't do anything!

It was my first time at their place.

-You're old enough to go to jail.
-Please don't tell my parents.

I go to a good school.
I'm a good student.

I only delivered a carpet.
I didn't even look inside.

-I've never dealt or anything.
-Okay.

-My father will kill me!
-Calm down.

Have you got your ID on you?

Yes, in my coat pocket.

Anything in there that could hurt me?
A knife, a needle?

-Nope.
-Okay.

Murad Issam, you're 15 years old.
That much was true.

Listen, Murad,

I know you think
you were unlucky today, right?

But you're lucky. Very lucky.

Life is teaching you a lesson.
But it's not too late, not yet.

I'm going to let you go this time.

But I know you now.
I know where you live, okay?

The Tarik-Amir clan is scum.
Stay away from them.

If I catch you with them again,
even if you're just stealing candy,

then pray your dad does kill you,
because jail is worse.

Erol, I hope you got the guy.
We're about to start.

Come here, turn around.

I can't let you go straight away, okay?

I have to finish something else first.

I'll be back.
Don't do anything silly.

Wait.

What if someone asks me about this?

Say your girlfriend's into that shit.

Well, this should protect the area
directly surrounding the body.

What about footprints?

The bushes keep off some of the rain.

If we put plastic bags over them,
it should preserve at least part of them.

Our first murder,
and we're fucking up big time.

The first hours at the scene
are the most crucial.

Do you still think he's coming back?

Let's call homicide backup.

We'll give him 15 minutes.

Okay?

BROTHERHOOD MARZAHN

Shit.

Piss off, or you'll eat dirt!

Mandy! It's me. Is he there?

Shit. Kurt, is that you?

Yes. Will you tell him?

Well?

He says go back to your cop buddies
and get fucked.

Tell him to come out
and say that to my face!

Sorry, Kurt.
You shouldn't have broken his heart.

I changed the code.

Hello, brother dearest.

All units go!

That should have been taken apart by now.

Fuck.

Police! Police!

Get down!

-Contact!
-Police! Get down!

Police! Hands behind your back!

What's wrong?
Is the music too loud or something?

That's mine.

Hey!

Ahmad, looks like we need to renovate.

Hey, is an ambulance coming?

Fuck.

It's okay.

The easy life doesn't suit you.

50 punks with knuckle-dusters
and you didn't even bat a eye.

And now...

Just how fucked are you?

Not more than usual.

It's a unique opportunity, that's all.

A unique opportunity.

What did Mom always say?

Why not play the hand you're dealt?

If I'm unlucky,
it's already too late for my plan.

Break in here again like that,
and I'll forget that you're family

and nail you to the wall, okay?

How long...

before your comrades notice it's missing?

You already forgot?

We don't cheat here.
They'll hear it from me tomorrow morning.

You have until the weekend.

Feel free to thank me.

I'll send a postcard.

You're a miserable bastard, you know that?

Heard about a dead Kanack
at the towers?

No, nothing.

It wasn't the comrades?

No.

But it's his own fault.
What's a Kanack doing over there?

I'm asking myself that too.

It happens to be my case.

I guess we'll be seeing
more of each other.

How much more?

Enough to end my debt,
but not to end our worries.

It's red!

Watch out!

-The blue light?
-We're taking way too long.

How much time have you got?

15 minutes were up ages ago.

I can't explain it.
I've got a feeling that we should wait.

We've been at the scene for over an hour,
all by ourselves.

Anything sound wrong about that?

Shit.

So?

Got anything good?

As if! Here? In Marzahn?

How long have you been here?

Our colleagues are on their way.
Talk to someone higher up.

Shit. Come on.

CALL FORWARDING FIFTH HOMICIDE

Hi, Fucht speaking.

Okay...

Yes, I know the officer.

That really is unusual.

We're on our way.
We'll be there in around 20 minutes.

Any questions?

Don't worry.

I'll manage.

Come on. Hurry up, man.

BETTING SHOP BO$$

Hey.

I know the way.

NO ENTRY

Hi, Späti.

Well, hallelujah.
Someone knows what I like.

Thanks, boys,
but it isn't my birthday today.

I want to bet on the game tomorrow.

8,000 euro on Turkey winning.

Oh, yeah?

You must be Kurt's chick, right?

Kurt's not allowed to bet here though.

Tell him I'll keep the 8,000
as a down payment,

but I'm expecting another nine tomorrow.

Kurt owes you money?

No one owes me money.

Kurt owes my boss money.
It's a big difference.

Right. Big difference.

And you're not your boss, right?

Right.

You live your own life and
make your own decisions, right?

I also shit in my own pot,
in case you're interested.

Do I look like Kurt?

Definitely not, darling.

Listen, Späti.

I don't look like Kurt
because I'm not Kurt.

Kurt might owe your boss,
but I'm not Kurt,

just like you're not your boss.

We're both living our own lives
and making our own decisions.

And today I decided to bet my savings
that Turkey wins tomorrow's match.

I've heard the odds
are 4 to 1 against my bet.

There are 8,000 euro in cash in there

and I'll be very grateful
if you decide to accept my bet.

Seeing as you're a bookie.

So, do you want my money, or...

shall I go to someone who doesn't hesitate
when a lady offers him a bet?

Your ID.

How long will this take?

Do I get a receipt?

Grimmer is up to something
at a crime scene.

Are those bastards happy right now?

It's just macho showing-off.
Forget them, okay? We did it.

Hey, you did it, yeah?

-Go get them.
-I will. You get better, okay?

Why? I get a paid vacation.

How much longer will this shit take?

I've got VIP tickets
for the game tomorrow.

So many Kanacks working for the cops.

God, yeah.

You have a problem with that?

Why should I?

Maybe because working for Tarik-Amir

isn't the only
way out of Kaiserwarte for a Kanack.

Do I know you?

You tell me.

-How's it looking?
-Still nothing.

Fuck, man. Rafika could have died.

What for?

There are fewer drugs here
than in a school run by nuns.

It looks like they expected us.

Murad, you say you only
delivered a carpet?

-Good, you're here.
-You were the first one here?

-Yes, but...
-Take us directly to the body.

-Show us how you found it.
-I can't. Grimmer...

Trust me, as far as Grimmer is concerned,
there'll be repercussions.

-Can I?
-I'm sorry, but I'm under strict orders.

Get your hands off me!

Hey Fucht, Kramer. Good morning.

Can I help you?

Tell your kindergarten cop
to let me see my corpse.

Sorry, it's my corpse.

Whatever it is you're up to,
Grimmer, I'll find out.

Disciplinary action
will be the least of your worries.

Director Seiler?

Someone wants to talk to you.

It'll be quick.

Fucht.

Yes, of course.

Of course. I understand.

In that case...

No, not at all. You can count on us.

Yes. Goodbye, Director Seiler.

What's going on?

I'll explain in the car. Come on.

Oh, but we could do with some help.
There's so much to do, you know.

Kiss my ass, Grimmer.

Yes?

It's Bine. Where are you?

I had to leave.

-You have to walk. I'm sorry.
-It doesn't matter. Listen.

It went well. He accepted it.

Hey, you're amazing.

Where are the kids?

Sleeping like a log. You can pick them up.
I'll be here a while.

-Okay, bye.
-Bye.

Okay.

We'd like to apologize.

We should have waited longer. We...

It doesn't matter.
I took longer than I thought I would.

You did really well.

It looks like it'll be at least an hour
before the body is taken away.

Want to come interview
the people at the windows?

I bet one of them saw something.

The press is hounding the team.

We won't be able
to keep this secret for long.

The coach will still be sleeping.

Yeah?

-Walther, why are you here so early?
-Can we come in, Hardy?

Not going to fire me
before the game, are you?

So you heard a loud sports car?

Yeah, it was a bit like a racing car.

At last.

-So you're Albert Meiser?
-Yes.

-Okay. Do you live here alone?
-Yes.

Okay, then...

-Yeah?
-The team's manager is on board.

He'll issue a statement
as late as possible in the afternoon,

saying that Erdem
unfortunately can't play because he's ill.

And his Instagram account?

The press will suspect
if he doesn't post it himself.

-You didn't find his phone yet?
-No.

Kranz says Erdem's best friend
managed his social media shit.

We're looking for him.

The more I think about it,

the chances of this coming out
before the game are 50/50.

Tell the parents they have to keep
their boy's death a secret.

What, the parents don't know yet?

Only four people know.
You, me, the association's VP and Kranz.

Six.
The vice president has two lawyers.

We must keep the inner circle
as small as we can.

Yeah, okay. I'm going. Fucking hell.

Are you crazy?

- Where were you?
-With friends.

With friends?

What kind of friends do you hang out with
at this hour in the middle of the week?

Just friends.
We were looking for my phone.

Do you know what it's like?

I get back from my night shift
and you're not here.

Why not mind your own business?

I was scared to death.

We only have each other now.

Murad, come here.
There's a policeman here for you.

Erol Birkan.

Nice to meet you.

Is this yours?

Found it at the bus stop.

-Nice lad.
-Sorry about that.

He has school early tomorrow.

Raising him alone?

Yes, I'm his sister.

Tough job, huh?

I'll give you my number.

Call me if you need help.

-Bye.
-Bye. And thanks.

SUBWAY STATION KAISERWARTE

Did you hear a loud car?

-Yes, a Lamborghini.
-Are you sure?

I can recognize
a Lambo engine in my sleep.

I heard it after the whole incident,
but not before,

so I can't really say
if the boys came with the car,

or the victim did.

But I'd say the boys probably stole it.

When you say "boys"
you mean the three youths in hoodies?

Probably Arabic or Turkish?

The three with the baseball bat.

Why Turkish or Arabic?

Well, they were wearing those clothes.
Jogging pants stuffed into their socks.

German youth roll up their pants.

The thing with the pants in the socks
I only ever see in the subway.

They ran around the corner over there
while I stood at the window.

Then I heard a Lambo,
and then another car revving.

I didn't see the victim until later

when he was already in the bushes.

-It's a shame you didn't wake up sooner.
-Hm.

Well, witnesses are always unreliable.

But you've got modern technology!

I heard your mix tape.
That shit is hot.

Thanks.

Nowadays every decent clan
has got their own rapper.

Like having a press officer.

It's time Tarik-Amir got one too, right?

I'm still working on my--

You did a good job for Hakim today.

Any trouble with cops?

No, I was long gone.

They would have let you go anyway.
You know that.

Ready for your first real mission?

I... I don't know.

Murad, I'm giving you an opportunity.

You don't get many in Kaiserwarte.

Alright. I'm ready.

Good.

Have you ever placed a bet?

People bet like crazy.

No idea why. One trillion a year.
That's a lot of revenue, right?

Here.

There's a photo and an address in there.

Go and do it exactly how I told you.

Do it exactly like I explained it,
no other way.

And don't get caught, okay?

Abdul, go with him.
Keep your eyes on him.

Hey, drive the boy home. Go on.

Hey, that's...

Cool, huh? This is your shit, right?

I'm still working on it.

Yeah, Kareem gave it to me to check out.

Kareem liked it?

Man, he's not even listened to it.

But don't worry, I have.

Even though I'm only your driver...

Raif.

Murad.

Kareem is my cousin.

The track is good, man.

Shower and get breakfast.

We're meeting
in Tempelhofer Street at 8.30.

Me too? With the homicide squad?

Sure, I told you this was
a chance for you two.

-Where's Wachtmeister?
-Taking the car back to the station.

For the guys doing the early shift.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

-It's okay, you've probably got...
-No arguments. Here!

To the station. I've got to get changed.

To the station it is.

I feel bad about you driving me.

I have to go home anyway.
Breakfast with the family isn't optional.

But I thought you lived...

Woah, fuck!

No collar.

Come here.

Right.

That's a good boy.

If he doesn't have a chip,
maybe your family could take him?

My wife doesn't want a dog.

-Too bad.
-Hm.

Who knows where you'll end up?

Where do you want to go?
Maybe to a single policewoman?

Oh, the dog doesn't have a choice.

I know, I...

Some guy comes
to the shelter or to the breeder,

and takes a dog home
thinking he's picked a dog,

but really he's picked a life for the dog.

The dog will never decide anything.

A walk on the beach
or stuck on a chain in a yard?

Lamb on the bone or dry food?

Vacations or
spending summers in the city?

Sleeping on a terrace
or having to fight other dogs?

Will it have kids?
Will it even be allowed to screw?

Everything is decided for it in advance.

There's no way out.
He doesn't even know.

A dog squats to take a shit
and thinks it's made a decision.

-See you in a minute.
-See you.

And... get ready for a big day.

Good morning to you all.

Another wonderful fall day awaits us

in our wonderful capital city.

The weather is looking better today.

Blue skies and temperatures
of up to 60 degrees.

Ideal conditions for the game tonight:

Germany against Turkey.

In the stadium tonight
70,000 spectators will...

Sweetie?

As ever, when these teams
play each other in Berlin,

it's hard to know
which is playing a home game.

Sweetie?

I know...

Please don't be mad.
I had a really shitty day.

Your mom called.

Alexa, play my messages.

Erol, it's best if you
don't come home in the next few days.

Don't visit me.

Your dad is back.

A dog has no choice.

It squats to take a shit
and thinks it's made a decision.

But the question is:

The dog owner...

Is it all that different for him? For us?

Do we really have a choice,

or was everything decided for us
when we were born?

At a certain time,
in a certain place, our place in history?

A society, a country, a belief system,

a religion, a social class, a family,
a clan, a strand of DNA?

Born into the local laws, rules, ethical
and moral codes of the moment.

What choice do we have?

And can we ever escape it,
the life we were born with?

We'll talk to some excited fans soon.

Some of them have been
camping outside the stadium for days.

But first let's say hello
to our expert Jürgen Astleben

who can tell us a bit
about the team that manager Hardy Kranz

is going to pick for this game.

The team that's been picked
is still a secret,

but what is sure is that we haven't seen
a player as good as Orkan Erdem for years.

He'll take us to the finals.

If it were any other game, sure.

But many Turkish fans
still haven't forgiven him

for choosing to play for Germany.

Will Kranz pick him?

A once in a lifetime player like Orkan,
a world class football player,

is impossible to do without.

And he knows how to work under pressure.

Would Portugal play
without Cristiano Ronaldo?

Or Argentina without Messi? No way!

I can't imagine Erdem not playing.
Especially not against Turkey.