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MONDAY NIGHT

Describe the situation.

-I don't know how. -As precisely as you can.

About 200 violent offenders from the left and right-wing.

Heavily armed, many seriously injured. I've never seen anything like it.

-You've never seen a mass brawl? -Not like this.

-Reinforcement? -We called for riot police.

Petrovic. Maybe you remember me. I was with the Red Card task force.

Some witnesses said it was connected to Orkan Erdem.

You should really see it for yourself.

Get down!

You were right to call for riot police.

You need lots of ambulances too, and water cannons.

Until then, stay back until they exhaust themselves fighting.

Come here!

Here, it could have been this one.

-Are you sure? -Yes, fairly.

But those Southern Europeans all look the same.

Are you trying to confuse me?

Wasn't it more like...

this guy?

And this one here?

-Him too? -Him too.

And... these two?

I already stated there were only three.

You had a re-think.

And this one? He drove the Lamborghini.

-Right? -That's it.

And you'd be prepared to state that in court?

Think you can do that? In court? With all that pressure--

Listen, I was a major in the National People's Army.

Lying in court is not easy.

Why lying?

Because you killed Orkan Erdem.

-I don't know what... -I found the Lamborghini in your garage.

You were pretty clever otherwise. A flashy car like that is a good motive.

We all took the bait and started chasing Arab car thieves.

You had only minutes after the murder, so you quickly stashed it there.

My kind of bet. High stakes!

If no one suspects you, no one will find it.

But once you attract suspicion then it's conclusive evidence.

-I can't reach Kurt. -Keep trying.

Okay, guys.

It looks like there's a gang war between the Kovac and Tarik-Amir clans.

"OVERTIME"

Tarik-Amir wants to enter the illegal betting scene

and fix matches on a large scale.

Kovac is protecting its territory.

The prosecutor and the court are combining the cases against Kovac and Tarik-Amir.

That's why my old colleagues are here.

Rafika's unit has chased Tarik-Amir for 18 months.

Unfortunately without enough support from above.

That changes right now.

In here are the location profiles of all known Tarik-Amir cell phones.

Welcome to Red Card, guys.

I matched the profiles to the different Tarik-Amir clan members.

We were able to confirm most of the drug trade hubs

located by Rafika's unit,

places where the cars are disassembled and the drug deliveries removed.

Search warrants are being processed as we speak.

But that's not all. We've got a lead in the Erdem case.

Kareem Tarik-Amir and two of his soldiers.

They spent three hours here on Tuesday night,

two hours before Orkan's death.

That's the area where the Erdem family lives.

-Exactly. Tarik-Amir and Erdem. -That doesn't prove anything.

The house wasn't the crime scene.

That's why we're focusing on the drugs.

We'll grab every Tarik-Amir sitting on a batch of drugs

and squeeze them about the night of the murder.

We often had bad luck in the past.

Tarik-Amir knew we were coming.

So we're not giving them time to respond.

We'll move in tonight. At 4:30 in the morning.

Which Tarik-Amir locations will we hit?

The SWAT team command will give us the tactical briefing later.

Orkan Erdem.

Aylin Peters.

Späti Frühm. Rado Vukovic. Paul Rabenstein. And...

And Canberk Karaca.

Six dead in under a week.

And Tarik-Amir is involved in each one.

Tomorrow morning we have a unique opportunity.

This is what I became a policeman for.

Let's get those bastards off the streets.

Where's Grimmer?

Shots fired.

Mandy! Go to Eva as fast as you can.

Get the keys to her garage. See you there in two minutes.

They found a serial killer recently.

Discovered the dead body of a woman in a barrel in his garage.

But the killer was long dead and buried as a law-abiding citizen.

The barrel had stood there for decades.

He had even taken it with him when he moved house.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

But maybe the victim wasn't Germany's most famous footballer?

I didn't know that.

Only when I saw it on TV.

You didn't know that you had killed Orkan Erdem?

I was in the military.

In the East. And then later on in the West.

From one day to the next, we were alongside the enemy.

It was strange, but still...

I always followed the rules!

Even back then, when nobody knew what was happening.

I never broke a law in my life.

I always paid my taxes. And those bastards?

They come here.

They shit on our rules. And they shit on our lawns.

Our people aren't any better, don't get me wrong.

They're idiots, every last one. Let me be honest.

I hate them all.

But do you know what I hate more?

Their fucking dogs. They shit everywhere.

They shit on my little patch of grass. I take care of that grass.

Right under my window, you know? They shit all over it, right there.

I've shouted at them, poured buckets of water over them.

I even put up a sign: "Don't let your dogs crap on the lawn."

I used that sign when that filthy Turk got out of his flashy car,

a car that cost a quarter of a million,

to let his dirty dog shit onto my poor man's lawn.

My little piece of green.

I hit the bastard on the head.

With the sign post.

He put his hands up like that and the sign cut off his finger.

When his finger flew off, I knew I couldn't let him live.

The stupid dog barked.

The car was more conspicuous than the body in the bushes,

so I picked up the key, threw the sign into the back of the car

and drove the few hundred meters to my garage.

I wanted to take the body away too,

but when I came back the two cops were there.

I had a quick shower, went over to the window

and pretended nothing had happened.

So?

-Relieved? -In a way. You can take me with you now.

Are you a danger to the public?

Sit down.

Hans?

There are six SWAT teams on site.

Eight patrols are blocking

the surrounding streets in four locations.

Hey. Where's Aykut?

I sent him to the Erdem family.

To check whether they saw anyone from Tarik-Amir that night.

Bullshit. The Erdems aren't going to talk.

You still think Aykut is the mole and don't want him to hear the plan.

Okay, yes, I want to be on the safe side with Aykut.

That all sounds very good, gentlemen... and ladies.

Bandlow wants hourly updates.

Let's hope we have Erdem's killer to present to the public.

You've all got three hours to get some sleep.

It's going to be a short night.

Let's go!

Next week, it's goodbye overtime and hello Mallorca!

-Does this feel familiar to you? -The feeling in my stomach? Yes.

A week ago we thought we had everything sewn up.

This time everything is different.

Good!

Also going home to get some sleep?

To my sister's apartment to check on Murad.

Something feels wrong.

That's normal before a task like this.

Nothing will happen to them. Ladies first.

Murad's statement against Kovac is priceless.

I lost...

I lost a key witness once...

Jesus Christ.

Fucking smoker's lung.

You should get that checked out.

A good blow job always helps.

From a woman.

See you tomorrow.

Keep out of the Orkan Erdem case. Understood?

Police! Police! Police!

Get down! Police!

Grab him!

On my back.

Get inside the garage. There are cops everywhere.

On here.

Careful, careful.

Come on, let go.

Looks like it's sliced through a rib.

It's stuck!

He needs urgent treatment.

Mandy, you've got that Dr. Kneiff's number.

We did his house last year.

He owes us.

Drive there and get him.

And you! Watch him, okay?

We don't want him calling the cops.

-Hurry up! -Okay.

Thank you.

-Had a nice evening? -Yes, our wedding anniversary.

-Oh, yeah? How many years? -Three.

The fifth please.

My husband likes you.

Katharina!

You... could come with us, you know?

That's a tempting offer, Katharina. But I'm already expecting a visitor.

-Yes? -You're back in Germany?

NATIONAL TEAM

-Yes. -Successful?

No.

Schmaus was killed before I could talk to him.

You disappoint me.

The concierge.

Has had a photo of you since day one.

I could've sent someone.

But I wasn't far away and I like you, Trinity...

Somehow.

As long as I'm useful.

You're here to check Schmaus's story.

Except...

no one is paying you to do that.

Did he tell you he's working for me?

I expressly told you to let it go.

And you always led me to believe you were above...

being sanctimonious or having outdated moral values.

-That's true. -And now?

A sudden attack of guilt? Sense of justice?

Want to shed light on the truth?

I want to know. My price was always the truth.

Finding out what's really going on.

-You know The Wizard of Oz? -The magic machine.

I don't care if the rest of the world knows the machine is a fake or not.

But I want to know it.

I want to know how the world works.

Okay, Dorothy. Just this one time. Ask!

Schmaus worked for the Football Association?

At first just like you.

As a fixer.

He put a lid on scandals, got them out the way.

We learnt something.

The players, mostly an uncontrollable bunch

of arrogant, spoilt, multi-millionaires,

turned into choir boys when we started helping them

sort out their secret problems.

Schmaus came up with a new type of business model.

Create the scandals yourself.

Brilliant.

And better for everyone.

Easier to control, easier to keep secret,

easier to control the players.

Did the Football Association fix matches?

Of course not.

You've prevented another scandal.

Good work.

Now deal with that special task force. They're ringing too many alarm bells.

Ideally, the public should have its murderer soon.

Thank you, Mr. Laubach.

I won't disappoint you again.

There's never been match fixing

in the league or at the international level.

Never.

Never.

Where is Ulf?

He's getting the doctor.

Tell him thank you for...

everything.

Forgiven.

Forgotten.

Tell him, he'll have a great future...

in the Brotherhood.

Ulf doesn't need you.

Don't pull it out! Are you insane?

I'll bleed to death!

No... You won't.

I'm sorry. You're too late.

Just go. You were never here.

I'll call the police.

Ulf, Mandy. You go too.

-And you? -I'll take care of this.

It's Eva Grimmer here.

There are thieves in my garage. I can see a light.

Please come quickly,

I don't dare go over.

Drink.

Aspirin.

Questions?

Albert Meiser.

He killed Orkan Erdem?

Yep.

-A banal argument? -Zeki shit on his patch of grass.

Where is he?

Bathroom. Locked in.

What do you have to do with it?

-Nothing for now. -Then why this?

What the fuck are you doing?

I want to pitch you an idea.

Kurt, you've taken leave of your rational mind.

You struck a policeman and detained him against his will.

You're covering up a murder!

Untie me and I'll make a statement pleading for leniency.

If you could go back in time...

Say you went through this door

and ended up in Hitler's apartment in Munich at 41 Thiersch Street.

Before he came to power. In 1925, for example.

-What is all this about? -Would you kill him? Kill Hitler?

Prevent World War Two? The Holocaust? Save 80 million people?

-I thought you were a fan of Hitler. -I used to be.

In our home he was a national hero. It was like he was there with us.

But then I got wiser.

And tonight I've got a bet on. Against myself.

I bet that you can get wiser too.

What happens if I don't?

Then I've lost.

SPORT BETTING - FOOTBALL - TENNIS BASKETBALL - HANDBALL AND MORE

Glad we could come to an agreement.

Tell your international partners that Tarik-Amir can be relied on.

Sure. The main thing is we have peace again.

We will. We will.

Why are you driving? Where's Raif?

Doing something for Hakim.

-All went well in there, yeah? -It did.

Mandelrieb now works for Tarik-Amir.

Where is Hakim?

At the bachelor party. I'm meant to drive you there.

Okay.

What's Kamila doing?

Celebrating with the girls. At home.

You know what Hakim's like.

-You know what? -What?

Tell the guys to go on ahead. Drive me to the girls.

Hakim wanted me to ask Lara something about his present.

-Okay. -Let's go.

Sit down.

This is about the task force. Red Card.

A great task force with good, competent people,

armed with all the privileges the law allows.

Armed with the potential to do so much good.

Get Tarik-Amir off the streets. Put the Kovac clan away.

This case has so many different elements and connections,

we could pursue it for weeks, or even months.

Who knows, maybe we can grab that alt-right bunch from Marzahn?

And the tainted, corrupt scumbags from the Football Association?

All those possibilities, the power of the task force,

the amazing privileges we have:

the direct access to the judge, prosecutor, SWAT team...

That's all gone... Bam!

If we say the killer is an old pensioner who thinks he's neighborhood watch.

That's your pitch? You want us to cover for the murderer?

That's not my pitch.

Of course, we'd have to keep the Meiser thing quiet.

At least for a while.

At some point we'd put him away, as we're supposed to.

My pitch is very simple: Let's use the possibilities of the task force.

Come on, man.

You've seen it yourself.

You got further with Tarik-Amir in one week

than in the 18 months before.

How many people could we save

if we purged this corrupt city of organized crime?

I want to be honest with you.

Your plan is completely crazy.

But that's not my problem. My problem is: I don't believe a word.

You want to rid the city of criminals?

You're a criminal yourself!

Look at me: I'm your hostage.

What happens if I don't play along? What happens to me?

-Either way: I let you go. -Yeah?

So you and your masked friends

can finish what you started the first night?

Okay.

Here's something I learned from Paula.

Healing through truth.

The complete truth.

Tonight.

This talk.

It means nothing without honesty. Okay. The beating, that was us.

Hans, me, and two friends from my old department.

Why?

You got on my nerves. I wanted to give you a thrashing.

To put the brakes on you so you would take a back seat,

maybe skip work for a few days.

Your nose was an accident. I'm sorry.

And while you're being so honest... Are you corrupt?

No.

-I saw you take money. -But I never sold myself for it.

I don't do anybody favors.

I don't work together with criminals. I'm a policeman and I love my work.

Sometimes I do my own thing and make some money on the side.

But in the end I take the bastards down.

-Like Albert Meiser? -Him too, yeah. For sure.

And Kovac? Did you warn him?

Yeah. To get his men to turn.

They only talked because he had betrayed them.

This way we get the whole clan, including Tomo.

And on top of that,

they gave us statements incriminating Tarik-Amir, right?

Look at things from the end, as if you were in the future.

It's like killing Hitler. The results justify the methods.

The end justifies the means.

As soon as you let me go, I'll go and report you.

-You know that, don't you? -My bet is still on.

-You don't know me well enough to bet. -I like the risk.

Did you bet on the match? Germany-Turkey?

No. Why?

Just a thought.

Okay. The bet is still on.

For how long? When do you let me go?

Let's play your decision through. To the end.

-Okay. -Good.

I let you go. You leave. Make a statement. What happens?

You get arrested. Albert Meiser gets arrested.

The murder is solved. I get promoted.

Wrong.

Firstly, your raid tomorrow on Tarik-Amir will be canceled, right?

-That too, yeah. -Tarik-Amir gets off scot-free.

Kovac might get done for Späti's murder, but maybe not.

But Albert Meiser, Orkan Erdem's killer,

he'll probably get off too.

I found the Lamborghini. In his garage. I broke in.

I didn't have a warrant. That makes his statement inadmissible.

And then all this shit here?

His lawyer won't find it hard to prevent a trial.

No, if you do it by the book now, he'll probably walk away unpunished.

-That's your fault. -Until now, yes.

But now it's up to you. Not me.

Looking further into the future, there will be one hell of a scandal.

The press will nail the task force to the wall.

Sure, I'll take most of the heat, but everyone will get burned.

Nobody gets out in one piece.

Not Bandlow, not Seiler, not little Petrovic, not even Erol.

A lot of good people will be gone. Tarik-Amir will laugh their heads off.

Berlin will remain in the hands of traffickers, gun runners, drug dealers.

The scum keep doing their thing.

That, my Turkish friend...

is behind door A.

Really does sound like a shitty door.

But I don't have a choice.

Door B is the door behind which I cover up a murder,

prevent a case from being solved, break my official oath,

and generally turn into a high-handed asshole.

Just like the one sitting opposite me.

You're not completely wrong.

-But that's just part of the truth. -I know.

We're saving 80 million lives, blah blah blah...

Don't make a joke out of this!

It is a joke! The whole fucking thing is a joke.

Sit down!

She looked like a tramp.

-Were you there too? -Yeah, but...

-Tell me. -It was definitely...

And then he just came to me,

and he obviously thought it was hilarious to shave it off.

Excuse me.

You too?

What do you want?

Hakim's wedding present. He wants to know whether you'd like it.

Why don't you ask Lara? I heard you're screwing her?

-You're having me followed? -It's to protect you.

-From whom? -Everybody.

Does Hakim know?

I just wanted to get rid of Erol.

I thought he was maybe only going after you because of me.

He's after Hakim.

And that's the way it should be.

Is that part of your plan?

The most important part.

Which one is it?

Up there. Fourth floor, on the right.

-Is the Kanack cop already there? -No.

-The boy and his sister? -They went back home.

We're going in.

You'll just beat him up, right? Break some fingers?

Sure.

Just call this number when he comes up.

I actually wanted to head off.

-To make sure Murad... -No.

You wait here. And you call us.

-No aspirin this time? -You'll get your weapon back as well.

Good. Is this shit over? You lost the bet. Let me go.

I'll give you an hour before I report you.

Yeah?

Why not four hours?

Why not wait until after the raid? Maybe then you'll get your Tarik-Amir too.

You say I don't know you enough to make a bet.

You might be right.

But one thing I do know.

You want to take down Tarik-Amir. More than anything else.

So what?

Let's talk through door B. Then you can go.

Door B. We keep it to ourselves. For how long?

A few days, perhaps 14 at the most.

-Before you were dreaming of months. -Sure.

Think about all the loose ends.

What's a rich star like Orkan Erdem even doing in this part of the city?

That's a big question, isn't it?

Maybe your Tarik-Amir is involved somehow after all.

According to Kovac,

Kareem boasted he could deliver Orkan Erdem and other footballers.

Maybe Tarik-Amir put pressure on Orkan somehow.

The analysis of the location profiles shows Kareem and two other Tarik-Amirs

were at the Erdem house for three hours on the night of the murder.

You see?

Maybe there was a meeting, threats, pressure applied...

Maybe Orkan Erdem wasn't himself. Maybe he was trying to escape.

Müller Street is a main road.

-Maybe he was going to a secret meeting. -In a gold Lamborghini?

A guy like that can't find a low-key car in a hurry.

Orkan is driving panicked through the night.

The dog starts to whine. Orkan stops the car.

He doesn't know the area. He was in London for years.

Finds the wrong patch of grass. Meiser gives him a hard time.

Orkan is in a bad mood, says the wrong thing.

The argument gets more heated. Bam!

Orkan is lying dead in Marzahn instead of in his suite at the hotel.

The man who got him out of his suite...

Is Tarik-Amir.

Unfortunately Kareem, not Hakim.

-They're as bad as each other. -Door B.

We answer all these questions.

We hold Meiser back for... tactical investigative reasons.

Make sure we say the same thing. Tonight disappears.

Red Card lives. It thrives.

It cleans up the city and you get that promotion.

Door B... Doesn't sound too bad, does it?

Perhaps.

But nobody has a crystal ball.

Nobody can see into the future.

You're improvising.

I gladly admit it, you improvise brilliantly.

But your long-term planning is a joke.

This thing could spin out and bust open at any moment.

What if we need more and more means to justify the ends?

What if tonight's false statements are just the beginning?

What if we have to keep sweeping bigger piles of shit under the rug?

-What then? -We deal with it.

Give us two days.

Two days and we'll get something good out of it.

You're repeating yourself.

Tell me one thing.

Do you agree that stopping violence on the street

is a good thing, an important thing?

Do you agree we have an opportunity here, a unique one?

Maybe.

If you've got the chance to do good, don't you want to use it?

Your weapon is on the dresser.

The end doesn't justify the means. Not ever.

It's a slippery slope.

That's why we have principles and laws.

So we don't have to make decisions like that.

To avoid having to make those decisions, you mean.

Who's supposed to decide...

Erol.

Yes?

Be honest.

Will you think about it?

Yes.

Think about your friend Canberk, the justice of the peace.

What they did to him.

Your enemies aren't interested in rules and principles.

And that's why they win.

Call me in one hour. Door A or door B.

I never broke a law in my life. I always paid my taxes--

I'll be watching you from now on.

If I catch you doing anything, even stealing a popsicle,

I'll put you away for the murder, okay?

Don't tell anybody about this. I was never here. Got it?

I'm taking a key to the apartment.

Expect me to pay a visit at any time.

You work for me now.

And Meiser...

I can't stand assholes like you. So don't test my patience.

Tell me everything's going to be fine, Kareem,

that I don't need to be afraid any more.

You don't need to be afraid any more.

I swear.

The plan is working.

Better than I thought.

The Kovac clan has no leader. Its best soldiers are in prison.

We're buying up their betting offices. One after another.

The foreign partners are satisfied by what I can offer.

Soon I'll be earning the most money in the family.

And I'll be the new boss.

-And Hakim will be in prison. -And Hakim will be in prison.

I have to go back.

I'm so sorry you have to go through all this, my flower.

I should never have told him about you--

You were in love.

And who can keep his mouth shut when his heart is full of love?

Your brother is a bad man, Kareem.

Otherwise he would have respected your love.

He deserves what you have planned for him.

He does. God willing, he does.

Just promise me it will happen before the wedding.

Before the wedding.

I can't promise you that.

The wedding is tomorrow.

Just promise it.

There's magic in a promise.

I promise.

Hot chocolate.

I was about to bring it.

You wanted to play me the new tracks you made with Raif's beats.

Tomorrow, okay? I can't be bothered right now.

Murad. What's the matter? Aren't you happy to be back home?

-Yes, but... -But what?

-Don't be angry, okay? -Murad! You're scaring me.

Erol didn't call.

Then why are we here?

Tarik-Amir.

They want to teach Erol a lesson.

Nothing serious. Raif never wanted to do shit like this.

Kurti! What a surprise. I was just going out.

This late?

Yeah, he works in a bar, doesn't get off until one o'clock.

The babysitter's not here yet. Can you look after the boys until then?

-Yeah, sure. -Good.

Since when do you have a babysitter?

Well, I need one now that I've got a new job.

-I'll do the kitchen in the meantime. -No need. It's already done.

You know, this guy's really sweet. Wish me luck.

-Bye! -Bye.

Nobody gets out in one piece.

Not Bandlow, not Seiler, not little Petrovic, not even Erol.

A lot of good people will be gone. Tarik-Amir will laugh their heads off.

Berlin will remain in the hands of traffickers, gun runners, drug dealers.

The scum keep doing their thing.

That, my Turkish friend...

is behind door A.

He's here. He's coming up now.

It's on.

EROL: NO

NO

Hey, don't shoot!

Fuck, where is he? I can't see him.

Just cover the door. There's no way out.

We don't have a lot of time. The cops will be here soon.

This is taking too long. Let's go in.

There he is!

Where is he? I can't see him.

Is that him?

The guy must have been crushed to death.

Over there!

He must be in the garbage bins.

They're all chained up.

Guys! Abort.

Let's go.

Maïssa, I...

I really believed you, you know?

That you're different.

I am. I didn't know that...

No!

NO

-I lost a bet. -I... won't say a word.

You beat someone to death because his dog shits on your lawn?

And you think you can get away with that?

Door B.

I'm with you.