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A massive brawl,
at least 100 offenders on each side.

Heavily armed.
They're killing each other!

It seems to be about Orkan Erdem.

The city is burning.

All that violence and hatred.

Part of that's on me.

But I never thought
it would follow me home.

To my family. To you, Paula.

3 DAYS BEFORE
FRIDAY

"FOUL PLAY"

We figured out who placed
the anonymous call to Erdem at the hotel.

Excellent. Who?

Lukas Schmaus.
He owns an event agency.

Criminal record?

Nothing that jumps out.

Tax evasion, DUI, stuff like that.

And he used to be a lawyer.

Grimmer?

-Are you still there?
-Yeah.

And that was the call right before
Erdem suddenly drove off?

Yes. What else would it be?

Okay, I'll go and pay
this Schmaus guy a visit.

Good. I'll send you his details.

-Wow!
-Sorry?

I mean... great! Good work.
You're a gem. I'll talk you later.

Before Mr. Detective pays his visit,

maybe he'd like a little visit of his own?

Of course. I have to set priorities.

I have to tell you something, Kurt...

What the fuck?

-Watch out! Careful, the glass!
-Yeah.

Who did it?

No idea.

Probably just some troublemakers.
Neighborhood kids.

I'll take care of it.

-Dad, what happened?
-Nothing. It's nothing.

A window pane broke.

Did you already have breakfast?
Come on.

-Grimmer.
-Go to the window.

Think because you're a cop
we won't come to your house?

Listen.

My family is here,
you fucking piece of shit.

Good.

Maybe you'll learn to pay your debts
if you want to keep your family out of it.

-You've crossed the line. I want...
-No, no, no.

You crossed the line
with that circus act yesterday.

You know how it works.

Kovacs always get their money.
One way or another.

-Give me two hours.
-You've got one.

Then you bring me the money. Alone.

Sorry, I... I've got to go.

-They really did it.
-What?

Look.

"A jewel in Prenzlauer Berg".
This will turn things around.

-Great. That's terrific.
-Now I can finally get out of the red.

Yeah, for sure.

Look, I've got to run.
I'll take one and read it later. Okay.

Bye, kiddos. See you, munchkin.

-Bye.
-Dad will be home on time. Bye!

Can you call the glazier
when you're on the way?

Are you making things better?

Hurry up, kids.
We're leaving in five minutes.

One hour.

I'm right here at the crime scene,
surrounded by people

who can't believe...

ERDEM MURDER:
OUTPOURING OF SYMPATHY

...that their hero's unique journey

should end so brutally here in Marzahn.

What was Orkan Erdem doing in Marzahn
the night before an international game?

Okay, this doesn't change anything.

We don't need Orkan anymore.

We've got Bou'Penga.

With him, we can prove
to Kovac's international partners

that we can get anyone we want.

Once we're in business,
we'll deliver on our promise.

It took months to arrange
just one meeting with Orkan...

Sure, but Orkan was a test run.
We were practicing.

Bou'Penga
is Tarik-Amir's betting business 2.0.

We've already got further with him
than we ever got with Orkan.

We'll use him to launch our program.

When Kovac's partners see
how good we are, they'll all want in.

And then we'll be making serious cash.
You feel me? I'm talking billions!

I need to meet with Bou'Penga.
Not months from now, but today.

Did you hear me? Today.

Find out where Bou'Penga is staying,

who his security is, if we know them
and how we can get past them.

And then I want the info from our contact.
Got that? That's important.

I want...

-Hakim!
-Come on!

Come here!

Huh? What's up?

Are you crazy?
What was that about?

Oh, you can't breathe anymore?
Better now you pussy?

You dog!

-What the fuck, man?
-You tell me what the fuck!

What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?
That's what!

I've got nothing to do with it!

Look at me.

And say that again!

-What?
-That you've nothing to do with it!

I don't! I swear!

Oh, yeah?
Then why can't you look me in the eye?

I'm looking you in the eye. I swear!

I'll tell you one thing, brother.

If you've got anything to do with this,
make sure nobody finds out.

Because if the fucking cops
start turning everything upside down

and frightening my woman
before her wedding...

I'll slit your throat.

-Do you understand me?
-Yes!

Good.

Thor, what are you doing here?
You have gym now.

Hey, just look at you.

What happened?

Come here.

Mr. Grimmer, I just submitted your request
to the manager in charge.

I'm afraid we won't be able
to extend your line of credit.

-Your mortgage is already...
-Fuck you!

-Yeah?
-Mr. Grimmer?

I'm calling from Mehrower Block School.

Thor is here in just his pajamas.
He needs to be picked up right away.

What? I'm not his father.
Why are you calling me?

His mother gave us this number to call

in case of an emergency
when we can't reach her.

I've got an important meeting!

We've called his mother many times,
but we can't reach her.

Fuck.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Detective Birkan?
Karsten Nguyen from the B.E.Z.

Do you have a moment?

-What do you want?
-To make you an offer.

Colleagues of mine want to do a story

on the private lives
of you and your colleague, Kurt Grimmer.

There's thought to be quite a lot of dirt.
Especially on Grimmer.

Don't worry, I convinced the editor
to put the story on hold for now.

You'd think that the days
when a policeman's sexual orientation

turns into a scandal,
were long since over, right?

But not everyone
with your cultural background

sees it that way.

What do you want?

Nothing.

Just think of me now and again.
Throw me a bone.

In my line of work,
getting a lead is crucial.

What happened to you?

I'm most interested in Grimmer!

Homicide Squad.
Awesome.

Here we go.

Okay, Orkan's Tuesday night. Shoot.

At 7:27 p.m.,
Erdem receives a call at the hotel

from the telephone
of the event manager Lukas Schmaus.

About 20 minutes later,
Orkan, obviously very upset,

asks the manager
if he can leave the hotel.

He said his father wasn't well.
The manager gave him the okay.

Another twenty minutes later,
Orkan left the hotel.

They agreed he would get a ride,
but he ended up driving himself.

He never turned up at his parents' place.
And as we now know, his father is fine.

So, now the big question is...

-Where did he want to go?
-Exactly.

Have we been able to track his movements
using cell phone data?

Not yet. They're still working on it.

In the meantime, this Schmaus guy
should be able to help us.

-Kurt is talking to Schmaus?
-Yeah.

Who's with him?

Okay.
What about the other calls that night?

The ones to his advisor friend.

-Quays Jandoubi.
-Exactly.

-Have you tracked down this Quays guy yet?
-He seems to have vanished.

Keep looking.
Workplace, friends, clubs. Everywhere.

We hope everyone understands

that at this early stage
it is in the interest of the investigation

not to reveal too many specific details
about the case.

Orkan Erdem was the victim
of a violent crime on Tuesday night.

It's too early to say with any certainty
whether the crime was premeditated.

Brandenburg Press: Who decided to lie
to the public about Erdem's death?

The decision to withhold

the news of Orkan Erdem's death
for 24 hours

was made in the interests of security
at the Germany-Turkey match.

It was made together
with the German Football Association

and Orkan Erdem's family.

We'll take questions now.

Berlin SES newspaper: Can you reassure
concerned residents of Turkish descent

that the police are investigating
radical right-wing motives?

I can assure you
that our best investigators,

some of whom are of Turkish descent,

are on the case
and investigating that angle.

Nguyen from the B.E.Z.:

Could Turkish nationalists
be behind the murder?

They've been very hostile
towards Orkan Erdem for years now,

for his decision to play for Germany.

At this point
we can't rule out any motives.

So, yes, we are also looking into that.

Can you tell us what happened at the scene
after Orkan Erdem's body was identified?

What exactly do you want to know?

What procedures were followed?
Which detective was on duty?

How long did it take
for forensics to arrive?

Sorry, no comment regarding
internal procedures.

Right, that's the end
of today's press conference.

You can find more information
on our live news feed. Goodbye.

-Kurt?
-Yes?

-Cops are the good guys, right?
-Of course.

-Why do you ask?
-Because I also want to be a cop.

Good idea.

We always need brave boys.

NO CALLER ID

-Yes?
-Okay, Grimmer.

You want war? You can have it.

I've got the money!
-Why don't I believe you?

I have half of it here,
the rest I can get to you by tonight.

You've got my word.

I'd never put my family at risk.

8 p.m. in the restaurant Konoba.
The delay sets you back an extra five.

Dickhead.

Shit.

Hey.

Hey. Come here.

Oh, come here.
Come here, come here.

Hey, come here.

Hey, buddy.
How does breakfast sound?

Open wide. Here we go.

Kurt... What are you doing here?

Good?

Okay. Hey, sweetie.

I don't know what happened either.

Erik always wakes me up.
But this morning--

-You were too wasted.
-I'm sorry.

Bine, it can't go on like this.

Get your shit together. Fast.

I know.

SCHMAUS OF ANY INTEREST?

Seriously?

-Think I'm in the mood right now?
-I thought maybe a make-up quickie...

Wake the fuck up!

Do you have any idea
what's going on out there?

Have you ever considered
I might have things to do

besides looking after your kids
and getting laid?

Hey, buddy.
The cupboard door was stuck.

Bine...

This here...

It can't carry on.

-What does that mean?
-What it means?

Grow up.

Stop feeling miserable
about your fucked-up childhood

and get your shit together.

-You said you'd help me!
-Exactly.

-That's why I have to go now.
-No!

Oh, I'm a bored, unfucked housewife

and I drive a Mercedes
and my kids are so great...

Hello?

Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you.

We're closed.

-Really? The sign outside says--
-We're closed!

All right, fine.

This shit with Orkan
is actually a good thing.

Without it,
we'd never have gotten Bou'Penga.

And he delivered big time.

Is something wrong?

Yeah, we...

Bou'Penga...

The locker room
was really well guarded.

The security guys had guns.

We were unarmed
and didn't have a chance.

Bou'Penga missing the penalty
was a coincidence.

We didn't get in.

Our new product line is designed
to radiate athleticism and speed,

yet be elegant and refined
at the same time.

We're combining
the quality of the German brand

with African imagination and color.

We think you'd be
the perfect person to represent...

Let's move to the finances.

What kind of money
are we talking about?

This fee is for a package

that includes commercials, print campaigns
and social media appearances,

The whole shebang.

The night Raphael was born,

I buried his umbilical cord
in the center circle of a football field.

And I prayed he would become
a professional footballer.

-God heard my prayers.
-You really did that?

-Cookies for anyone?
-No, thanks.

I'll need to take a look
at the contracts.

Of course.

What is it?

Hey. Keep calm.
We're here to make you an offer.

-What the fuck? I don't even know you.
-But you know her, don't you?

You know her, right?

Raphael?

-Everything okay?
-Yes, fine.

I'll be right back.

It's fine.

Come on, let's talk.

-What's up?
-Where are you?

-What we agreed. Checking Schmaus out.
-So you haven't been there yet?

That was fast, Sherlock.

Okay, can I ask
what you've been doing this whole time?

-No, you can't.
-Why not?

It's none of your fucking business.

Hey, we're partners...

KARSTEN NGUYEN
FREELANCE JOURNALIST

Crazy, huh?

I wouldn't have guessed
the bitch was underage either.

But with all these ripe teens around,
it's easy to get it wrong, huh?

-Raphael? This is important.
-Just a second. I'll be right there.

-Who are these people?
-Friends.

-Oh, yeah?
-Dad, I'll be right there. I swear.

What do you want from me?

Get a red card in the game tomorrow.
During the first half.

That's all.

I swear no one
will ever find out about this.

The sports world won't.

And neither will your parents.

-Fair deal, huh?
-I can't do it.

Believe me, my friend.

You can.

ORKAN ERDEM DRAMA

THESE FANS
COULD CHEER FOR YOU, ORKAN

INVESTIGATION IN FULL SWING

Mr. Schmaus, I'm sorry.
This woman just burst in.

-What is this? Who are you?
-Trinity Sommer.

In charge of public affairs
at the German Football Association.

Thank you.

I'm here to save your ass.

We know you were providing players
with illegal entertainment.

How do I know
you're not here to sabotage me?

Our interests are mutual, Mr. Schmaus.

Sorry, but this is crazy.
I'm calling the police.

No need. They're on their way.

There's someone here from the police.

Stall him.

-Yes.
-Pull yourself together and do what I say.

Go out there and listen to his questions.

When he mentions your footballer clients,
refuse to comment.

I'll talk to your lawyer
and come up with a strategy.

-Got it?
-Yes.

Right. I'm putting an end
to this very important meeting.

What an idiot.

Mr. Schmaus?

-What have I done to deserve flowers?
-Giving women flowers is normal, isn't it?

Not to give them flowers would be weird.

Tell me.

Why the flowers?

Make up a reason if you have to.

Firstly...

to apologize.

I didn't mean to scare you yesterday.

I'm not a criminal, I'm a...

bodyguard.

And if I don't need protection?

-Every woman needs protection.
-Wow, cowboy!

Did you just ride in
from the '60's on your chopper?

Those days are over.

When men just needed a leather jacket,
the smell of petrol and big balls

to give a lady a bunch of flowers
and get her to do their bidding.

Those days will never be over.

And secondly?

There was a firstly.

Yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date.

Did you forget already? I'm married.

-To the wrong guy.
-No.

But thanks for the flattering offer.

The offer stands.

VODKA

LOVE LIVE

YOU'RE DEAD!

Fuck.

YOU'RE DEAD!
LOVE LIVE

What are you doing?

Growing up.

You're already grown up.

You can always grow up a little more.

This is the sketch based on
the eyewitness account from Meiser.

Anyone you know?

The state prosecutor has authorized
a trace on Qays Jandoubi.

It's already out.
Check the airports too.

Murad, why are you here?

You wanted me to spy for you.
I saw something.

Never come here again.
It's too dangerous. Okay?

So, what did you see?

I was told to watch Späti,
to see who went in and out.

When was that?

The rest of the night
after the Turkey game.

Where did you watch from?

Outside the kindergarten
across the street.

Okay.

And who told you to do it?

Murad, you can talk freely.
You're safe here.

-Okay.
-Not now. I've got this.

Hey, we're partners.

Okay. Again.

Who told you to watch the betting shop?

Spit it out!

-Kareem.
-What?

-Again, please, so we can all hear.
-Kareem Tarik-Amir.

Kareem. Okay.

Okay, good. What did you see?

Not much at first. It was really boring.

When the little guy
finally came out to lock up,

I was ready to leave.

But all of a sudden three guys appeared.

They pushed that Späti guy
back into the shop.

That's when I ran over
to look inside.

-But then I heard a shot and ran away.
-Did you see who fired the shot?

No.

You said there were three men?

Can you describe them?

Yes, I can.

Okay, so...

A wider face would be something like...

There.

So, according to that description...

What did Schmaus have to say?

He wasn't there.

Of course.

-Can I take a guess?
-What?

Where you were this morning.

Maybe with your Nazi friends?

What the fuck?
Are you looking for a fight?

So it's true?

-What?
-That you have a problem with Kanacks.

The sins of youth.
That was a long time ago.

Now I only have a problem with assholes.

Got it.

Are you writing my biography?
Why dig around in my past?

I don't give a shit about your past.

Unless it explains
why you're doing your job so half-assed.

And why you couldn't care less
if we solve the murder of a Kanack.

Follow me.

-Come here!
-Woah, okay. Now what?

Let me tell you something.

I know I've got a reputation,
and I'm sure I've earned it.

But suggest one more time
that I don't care about a homicide case,

and I'll destroy you, okay?

Loud and clear.

I want to find every murderer.
Every single one.

And unlike you,

I don't care if his name is Tarik-Amir.

We've both got our reasons for being here.

You as much as me.

But at the end of the day,
we'll get the killer.

I guarantee you that.

Then it's all good.

So... where were you this morning?

Shit, man.

There you lovebirds are.
Come on. Murad's finished.

This is number one.

Number two. And number three.

Thanks, Tom.

8 p.m., in the restaurant Konoba.
The delay sets you back an extra five.

Don't they look familiar to you too?

-Sure do. Aren't they in...
-...the Kovac clan. Exactly.

I'd say this is enough reason
to pay the Kovacs a visit.

Hang on.

Murad said he saw these guys at night,
from at least 50 meters away.

You think they're Kovac men
and that's enough for a search warrant?

Yeah. Thanks for the summary.

If you suspect the betting mafia
is involved in the Erdem case...

Our software didn't pick up
any unusual betting behavior

before the Germany-Turkey match.

The fact Kareem Tarik-Amir gave Murad
this job is much more interesting.

-We should focus on the clan's strategy.
-Fine. Don't let me stop you.

While you get focused,
we'll get down to the real business, okay?

Let's go!

We suspect that the match was fixed,

meaning there might be a connection
between deaths of Orkan Erdem and Späti.

So I've arranged
to supplement our task force

with the expertise of our colleagues
who were working on the Späti murder.

Ah! We were just talking about you.

Welcome.

Your desk is there.

Right at the back.

Okay, here's the plan.

We'll split into teams so that we can hit
the Kovacs' key betting shops all at once.

Bruno, Lars,
you handle the raids in Wilmersdorf.

Organized Crime is helping us out.

They'll do Kreuzberg.
Hans and I, Charlottenburg.

Police, police! Get out!
Hands behind your back!

Police!

-Nothing.
-Fuck!

TIPTOP 24
OWNER: KOVAC

Police! Police!

Get out! Out of the bed!
Hands behind your back!

TIPTOP BETTING 24

Police! Police!

Police! Police!

Hundreds.

More hundreds here.

Okay, good work.

Keep it up.

YO, I TALKED
TO MY SECURITY CONTACT:

HE CAN GET US
INTO THE HAFTBEFEHL CONCERT!

Where are you going?

I'm taking you to safety.

But I am safe!

You'll both stay with my sister a while.
It's for your protection.

After all, you're a chief witness now.

But no one saw me.

And the Kovacs
don't dare come to Kaiserwarte.

-Hello.
-Hey.

This will be your room.

It used to be Erol's.

It's really nice.

Isn't it, Murad?

Can I talk to Murad alone?

Sure.

RAP BATTLE: FIRST PLACE

You used to rap?

Are you joking? I'm a legend.

-Show me what you've got.
-Want me to just rap right now?

-All talk and no walk, huh?
-Hey. Okay...

Hey, yo, fresh flow

When I come, bitches weigh a ton

I'm tight, kick the shit
From Berlin to Kuwait...

-What?
-Sick!

Hey. Careful, kid.

Okay. It's your turn.

But no freestyle. I want the truth.

Know why I brought you here?

Not to hide from Kovac's people.

But from Tarik-Amir.

What did they offer you to lie to me?

Tarik-Amir, Tarik-Amir...
You'd like that, wouldn't you?

-I didn't lie.
-Don't fuck with me, Murad.

We have a deal.

You didn't see the Kovac guys.
You weren't there.

Of course I was!
You wanted to know all this stuff.

Know what Kareem will do if he finds out?
I'm risking my life here!

Okay.
I wanted to get this off my chest.

I was wrong to get you involved.
I'm sorry.

Okay?

Yeah? Well, it's too late now.

You're a fucking cop.

True.
And that's why I'm protecting you.

Hey! What the fuck?
Open the door!

-Is that really necessary?
-Open the door!

It's for his own safety.

He is 15 and in a situation
he doesn't have a handle on.

Okay.

It's probably unnecessary,
but this is an old police trick.

This way you can be sure everything's okay
and the apartment's safe.

Don't worry,
you're in good hands with Dilara.

One bundle of tens. Thousand in total.

One thousand.

Yes?

-How are the raids going?
-Like clockwork.

The Association
is putting the pressure on.

They're worried about bad press.

That's why they want to talk to you.

-Is that okay?
-Absolutely not.

They were very cooperative that night.
We owe them one.

Vice President Laubach
will come in person.

All right.

Sorry to bother you again, Mr. Erdem.
Do you recognize this man?

Of course we know him.

That's Kareem. Kareem Tarik-Amir.

He lived around the corner from us
in Kaiserwarte.

Do you know if Orkan had recently
been in contact with Tarik-Amir?

What are you getting at?

Of course not! That guy is a criminal.

You think my brother would hang out
with someone like that?

-Maybe not voluntarily, but...
-Never!

I would have known about it!

Listen, if you drag my brother's name
through the mud with rumors,

you'll be hearing from our lawyers.

Papa, he's just upsetting you.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, son.

So you think just like the others, right?

A dead Turk must have been involved
in something illegal, right?

I congratulate you. I really do.

You're thinking just like a German would.

Wait.

Um, a few...

A few weeks ago,
Kareem came up to me in a club.

He asked me for Orkan's number.

Did you give it to him?

I didn't want him to think
I thought he was a criminal.

Do you know if he got in touch with Orkan?

Thank you. You've helped me a lot.

Make it quick. I've got a meeting.

See the black limousine on the right?

On the other side of the street?

Well?

How are the investigations going,
Mr. Grimmer?

Satisfactorily, Mr. Laubach.

Is Orkan Erdem's murder
connected to betting?

We're investigating all leads.

It'd be good to catch the murderer soon.
To put an end to all the speculation.

We do all we can. Is that all?

I'm sure you can imagine what we think

of your investigation
into the sports betting world.

Rumours of match-fixing
could ruin football's image--

There is no match-fixing
in professional football.

Millions go to the stadiums every week.

Billions are spent on TV rights.

For the money they pay,
people expect a clean game.

There's no such thing as clean.

That might be a good lesson
for people to learn.

Naturally we respect
the impartiality of police work,

and would never want
to influence your investigations.

But the sooner you realize
they're moving in the wrong direction,

the more generous
the Football Association will be.

Mr. Grimmer, you seem like a man
who is open to generous gestures.

You think so?

There's no such thing as clean.
Just like you said.

Give our conversation some thought,
and then get in touch on this number.

I'm done thinking.

Is that so?

I catch on fast.
If you do too, I've got a proposal.

-Hans?
-Bingo! I found something. Get over here.

-Hey.
-I'm going out again, okay?

May I ask where?

To the movies. With a friend.

Okay. Have fun.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Thanks. But there's no need.

Excuse me? Of course there is.

I'm not going to leave
a lady alone at night in this jungle.

That's nice of you, but I'll be fine.

What's the big deal?

We moved somewhere else

and the police
don't want anyone to know where.

I see.

What do you see?

-You still think I'm like my couins.
-No.

Know what that's like?
Wherever I go, I'm never just me.

For the Germans I'm a Kanack,
for the Kanacks I'm Tarik-Amir.

And nothing else but that.

See you.

-Raif?
-Yes?

Most people... are living an illusion.

The illusion of safety.

They think things
only happen to other people.

But things happen. They just do.

And then... there's an accident
and your father is dead.

As if that's not enough,
you have to go to the hospital

and tell your mother, who's got cancer.

And a month later, she's dead too.

Do you understand?

I have to protect Murad.

Because I don't have...

that illusion of safety anymore.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

Okay?

I'll call you a taxi.

No.

Drive me home.

Your friend Raif...

Yeah?

He's okay.

-Really?
-Really.

See? That's what I said.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Come on, Murad!

Haftbefehl is waiting!

Let's get you on stage.

-Kurt Grimmer?
-He's inside.

There's more.

It's all fresh from the ATM.

It smells so good!

Tomo, I'm on my way over.

Fuck you! You are dead!

The raids?
Tomo, I did all I could to stop them.

-See you.
-Bye.

Owe me money
and then fuck me with the cops?

What's wrong with you?
Think you're bulletproof?

Like I said,
I couldn't prevent the raids.

You could have warned us.

I wasn't informed about the operation.
My partner organized it.

Someone has to pay for today.
Someone will pay.

-What's this?
-Fifty grand.

Gaming debts are honored debts.

Ha!

You're paying your debt to me
with my own money?

No.

I had a hunch.
Germany against Turkey.

Paula?

-Come home right now.
-Why? What's going on?

I now know who threw that rock.

Your brother is here.

And he's not alone.

Those motherfuckers!
I'll be right there, okay?

KARSTEN NGUYEN
FREELANCE JOURNALIST

Yes, Karsten Nguyen. Hello?

Hello?

Is that you, Mr. Birkan?

Are you ready to talk
about Kurt Grimmer?