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Ibrahim, my son...

No, I'm not giving it to you.

Look at yourself.

Mom, I need you to help me.

Ibrahim, Malik's right.

You have taken things way too far.

Ibrahim...

Can you please call my Uncle Mohammed?

I'm asking you, please.

I have to go.

He's my son, Malik.

Don't you understand?

-And? -Let's get going.

Where are you heading?

To Essen.

What's in Essen?

Latif.

Get up! Come on, get up!

-Hey! -Hey!

Hurry up!

-Stop! -Run!

-Run, Hamza! -Faster!

Hey, stop!

Shit. Hamza!

-Let me go! You assholes! -Stop resisting!

Let go of me!

Are you crazy? The cops!

-Come on! -Go after them!

-Yes, sir. -Fuck off!

Hey!

Stop right there!

Latif!

Stop!

Shit!

Ali?

Abbas?

Teta.

Where's everyone?

They didn't come home yesterday.

Ali and Abbas still aren't back?

-Mm-mm. -What about Baba?

Baba's looking all over for them.

Screw Ali, man. Screw Abbas.

Everything okay?

What's wrong?

Ali knows I have a tryout today.

Where the hell is he?

Huh? What kind of tryout?

What kind of tryout?

Where are my children?

Where the hell are my kids?

-I don't know, Uncle. -You don't know, huh?

Khaled's your fucking brother.

You know exactly what he's been doing.

-Uncle, what's with you? -Where are Abbas and Ali?

Get your fucking hands off me! You piece of shit!

Why you coming at me? I'm not involved.

Where are my children?

-Malik! -Khaled and Ibrahim

-are doing all this shit! -Enough! Just beat it!

If you'd kept a better eye on your kids,

-they wouldn't be missing right now. -Malik, Malik...

I'll smash your head, you fucking dog!

Calm down.

Okay.

If Ibrahim got Abbas and Ali mixed up in this shit...

-I know. -...I'll fucking kill him!

I swear to God!

Malik, calm down.

Malik.

They're your children.

Yeah.

Trust them a little, okay?

So, what's your name?

Are you shy, or...

Cool.

We're here over this ecstasy thing,

in case you need anything or...

Cut the bullshit.

Okay, sorry.

Okay.

I'll be right back. Just wait here.

Come on, Vince. Vince, man. Vince!

That little bastard.

That fucking asshole, huh?

He really pulls that shit on me,

just like his fucking bird, huh? "Hansi, Hansi."

Fucking little freak.

That pill-popping bastard, man, seriously.

I'll fuck you all up, you little bastards.

You have no idea who you're...

They're here.

Hi, Ibrahim.

What's wrong? What happened?

It's all good. Everything's fine.

-Salaam alaikum, sir. -Salam.

What do you want with Latif?

Latif, uh... He's in some trouble right now.

Where is he?

Please come in.

I brought you some food.

-Hello. -How are you?

Salam Aleykum.

This is Wissam.

He's one of, uh... of our relatives.

Salaam alaikum.

Who's calling?

Latif.

Why do you look like that?

What have you done to yourself?

Salaam alaikum.

Wa alaikum salaam.

How long are you gonna keep hiding?

This is Ibrahim,

Malik's brother-in-law.

He wants to talk to you.

-So, you guys robbed a bank, right? -Yeah.

How did it go?

-Not too good. -Why not?

Usually, it's just a bunch of fat security guards, you know?

But this time, there were guys there acting like Rambo.

My friend Hamza got busted.

And we don't know if he can keep his mouth shut.

Do you have a plan for what you're supposed to do?

No.

Maybe you'd be better off in Berlin.

I'm looking for someone.

There's a guy we need to take down.

It's not an easy job.

You know what I mean?

Is that your gun, Wissam?

Yeah.

Hold this.

Did you clean it?

No.

Because, see, if you don't clean it properly, it could go off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, hey, hey. Shh...

Thank you.

No, we won't deliver any cars today.

No, I can't connect you with Karl right now.

Karl isn't here!

We're not sending out any cars at all today, all right?

Not yours either.

Fine. Bye!

Fucking bastards, everyone!

Right, Basti, call them!

We're not delivering anything today.

Come on! Do it!

What's going on?

Uschi called me a while ago.

Um, someone broke in here yesterday,

and Karl's not here.

-You know how he's doing? -No!

Basti, just do me a favor and help me out, okay?

Make those calls.

And you, uh...

Can you please take a look and see if there's anything ready

that we could send out sometime in the next few days?

Please.

Abbas?

-You fucked us over. -I'm winning here, guys.

You're gonna see the tip of my dick.

Salaam alaikum.

Oh! Cutie.

-What does he want now? -Where are my radios?

Come out, we gotta talk.

You wanna talk to me?

Come here and talk.

We're civilized. We're not monkeys like they're in Lebanon.

Tough game.

Shit.

Bitch!

Sit down.

Sit down now!

Sit down, dude!

Sit down.

All good.

What's up?

I called the corporate raider, he'll get us out.

We didn't do anything.

They let you make a call?

Sure. That's bureaucracy.

Same shit every time.

Führer gives the order, they obey.

What did you say?

That I'm a diabetic.

I said if I croak, I'm taking some of them with me.

Are you diabetic?

-Are you dumb? -Mr. Kerner.

What is it now?

Please go to the office for a minute.

What kind of papers do you have on you?

A deportation suspension.

May I take a look at it please?

Ali Hamady.

-Lebanon, right? -Mm-hmm.

Is this you in this picture?

Yeah.

Sometimes people stick something over it.

And then the photo doesn't match the name.

Well, go ahead, check it. Nothing's been covered up.

Your deportation suspension expires pretty soon?

What's so funny?

Nothing. Nothing, nothing. It's just...

Nothing. You wouldn't understand.

It's an immigration office thing.

-Different story. -Okay, look, listen up.

We're gonna hold you for 48 hours.

-What? -Because we need to check

if this document is real.

But I didn't do anything.

And then there's the drug possession.

What?

Hey, I didn't do anything.

I wanna call someone too.

Hey! What...

Why are you doing this to me?

I raised Latif as if he were my own son.

He's still like a son to you.

And he'll send you money, like a good son.

So there's no way you can do this differently?

I wish.

All right, I'll get in. When are we leaving?

-How long is the ride? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well?

-You're staying here. -Why?

I wanna come along with you.

Do your best to make sure Hamza doesn't mention

Latif during questioning. Then I'll come get you, okay?

Be glad you didn't go with them.

-Hey, there. I'm Rolf Kerner. -Hi, there.

My son Vincent should be here somewhere. Where do I find him?

Go to room 202, just to your right.

All right, thanks.

Mm.

Well, hello there. I'm Mr. Kerner.

-Who are you? -I'm his father.

There must be some kind of misunderstanding here.

You'll be hearing from my lawyer, thank you.

-Let's go. -My papers are still in there.

Do you know this nitwit?

Hello.

-Yeah. -Hello.

I need my papers, or it's gonna get tricky.

Yeah.

I'll see what I can do, okay?

He needs his papers.

Tell me, you don't have anything on my son's friend, do you?

Well, we're actually still looking

-into Mr. Hamady's case... -There it is! Thank you.

And I'm sorry if there's nothing in the criminal code

against multivitamins.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Give my regards to your wife.

Or your husband.

Seatbelts.

I've wasted an hour because of you clowns.

What a load of nonsense.

You gonna keep this up until you retire?

Profession. Son.

When are you gonna grow up? Seriously.

Vincent, do you have anything to say?

Well...

I'm hungry.

Yeah, I bet you are.

The whole area will be developed by then.

You can imagine the spa area

stretching all along the water here.

And now, I've got a special little treat for you.

When the light comes in from the other side

-early in the morning... -I don't see it.

...coffee up on the rooftop terrace...

Of course you don't see it. There's nothing there.

And he's selling it to those idiots for a ton of money.

Business. It's the only thing he's good at.

-Business. -And up front,

for those who don't want to come by train...

Sounds pretty cool.

Business.

The building permit's not quite approved yet,

but we'll get all that sorted out.

I love this song.

Is that the ride?

Mm-hmm.

Woo! Man, look at the ass on that thing.

Yeah, pretty sweet.

That's at least a thousand marks.

Three hundred more than you asked for.

Huh?

Now, we're even, right?

It's junk. You kidding me, man?

What, kidding you?

You trying to pawn off cheap Asian crap on me?

-Kerem, we're even. -Do I look Asian to you?

They're worth over a thousand marks.

-Do I look Asian to you? -No.

Look at the radio.

What radio's in it?

Everything on this car is original Mercedes-Benz.

-Original! -Yeah.

Hey!

And you wanna sell me cheap Asian crap?

-This dude's unreal. -Seven hundred marks, man.

You wanted seven, I brought you a thousand.

A man of his word.

A man of my word.

Whoa, damn, just smelling it gets me off, man.

Okay, I'll pull that radio out too, then you can--

Hey!

Woo!

-Now, that's one hot ride, man. -I'll pull it out.

-You can take that too. -Hakan, take the car back, all right?

-Kerem. -Hey, wait, wait.

-I wanna check out the radio. -Get out.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Turn off the engine.

Hey, you don't need the engine

-to test a fucking radio. -Radio's on.

-Turn it off! -Okay, okay, hold on.

-How does this work? -You press this and the engine--

-Like this? Whoo! What is that? -Hey! No, Kerem!

You little fucker!

-Get out! Kerem! Get out, Kerem. -Hey, Arab,

I fucked your fucking mother! -Get out.

You little bastard!

Kerem! Get out of that car!

Kerem, you fucking bastard! Hey!

You! I'll fuck you up!

Fucking assholes!

They fucked me over, man!

Hello, Mr. Kerner.

Hello. I need a table for three today.

-Doable, right? -No problem.

-If you'll just follow me. -Sure.

If you've got a record, you're done.

I'd never be able to get that expunged.

-Do you think I care? -Maybe you don't care.

-But I do. -Anything else for you?

-Coffee or tea? -No thanks.

Water, please.

Of course.

And just so we're clear,

some things are simply taboo.

-Drugs. -Vitamin pills.

Section 263: Fraud.

Section 223: Assault, dummy.

That all would've been in there

if the cops had been more on the ball.

-You can take these away. -I'm not done yet.

I'm not done yet either.

How much cash did you guys make off that crap?

And whose idea was it?

It was my idea.

Oh, yours?

Real drugs would've just made things more complicated.

How about getting a real job? That too complicated for you?

Would you hire someone who could get deported in two months?

That's as long as my suspension lasts.

You know, a guy like him doesn't care about that at all.

All he cares about is himself.

You don't matter to him. Forget it.

I've got a busy day.

Asshole.

How are you doing, Latif? My man.

I'm doing all right, thanks.

What was that shithole, huh? What happened in there?

What's with your hair?

You don't like it?

Hello.

You let them take two whole kilos from you,

and you don't even call me back?

I had to call you five fucking times!

Do me a favor, call Karami and tell him what happened

to those two kilos.

No need to talk to anybody.

Just give me till tomorrow.

If the money's not here tomorrow,

consider it the last day of your life.

I know.

Hello?

Showtime!

I'll definitely get back to you.

-Have a nice day. Bye now. -See you later.

-I'm with Mr. Kerner. -Hey! Hey! It's fine.

He's with me.

Here.

Want something to drink?

Come on. Can we get another malt, please?

How was business?

-Business? -Yeah.

You interested?

Yeah.

Well, if I'm being completely honest,

it went fucking great.

Nice.

-Yeah. -Enjoy, gentlemen.

I just wanted to say thanks again for the police station.

It was really nice of you to come pick us up, and...

and it was just crazy how you went

right up to that cop and ripped the papers away from him.

-And he didn't say a thing. -Mm-hmm.

And you and your family, you're from Lebanon?

Yeah.

Why do you guys do shit like that?

vitamin, pills...

I mean, come on.

Are you serious?

I mean, the idea isn't even all that bad, but...

Gotta make money somehow.

Gotta make money somehow.

I like you. You've got something.

You're not some total loser like all those other schmucks

Vincent keeps bringing around.

Uh, do you know what your biggest problem is, Ali?

Stereotypes.

What does all this tell you?

Success. Money. Power.

What do I see when I look at you?

No money yet.

Do you know what I see?

Asylum seeker.

You know what's even worse?

That eventually, you start living up to the labels people put on you.

And that's exactly what you're doing. Cut the bullshit.

What is it exactly you want?

It's all in your hands.

Be who you want to be in this world.

Can I get the check?

-How are you? -Where were you all night?

I was at a friend's.

Abbas was gone all night too.

Baba's been looking everywhere for you guys.

Yeah, he was with me.

But what's with him? He's not talking.

I'll check on him, okay?

Yeah, but we have to go!

Salaam, Teta.

Salaam, habibi.

Here, drink.

Want something to eat?

I'll bring you some tabbouleh.

Where were you?

Abbas?

Karl.

What about Karl?

We'll talk about it later, yeah?

What's up, Baba?

Where the hell were you both all night?

At a friend's house.

What kind of friend? A friend with no phone?

Since when did you two start sleeping at friends'?

Dad, we just talked, watched a couple of movies. Then we fell asleep.

Listen, don't you dare lie to me, Ali.

Baba, I'm not lying.

Don't you dare get up! Sit down while I'm talking--

-Then why don't you hit me? Go ahead! -Malik! Malik!

-Get your ass over here! -Let go of me, Ali!

Who do you think you are, walking away from me?

Then hit me, Dad!

What are you waiting for? Go ahead and hit me! Do it!

Come on! Stop fighting now!

Marwan's got the biggest tryout of his life today,

and what are you guys doing? You just keep arguing!

It really pisses me off!

What kind of tryout?

Allah, help us.

-Please, helps us. -Huh?

-My God. -Huh?

Amara!

Very good, guys.

-Marwan, come on, harder! -Yeah!

-Yeah! -Get it, get it! Yeah!

-Very good. Stay on it. -Yeah, yeah, yeah!

-Play on, play on, play on. -Yeah, yeah!

Come on! Up high!

Come on, again! Move it!

Let's score some goals. Let's go!

Yeah, come on!

-Yeah, yeah, go! Good, good. -Yeah, yeah!

Push, push, push! Yeah.

Great! That was good!

-Hello, Mr. Büchau. -Hey, Karl-Heinz.

Thanks for making this happen, sir.

Okay, well, let's take a look at who you brought us this time.

-There he is! -Keep going!

Yeah, he's a street kid, but he's a real talent.

-He plays like Baggio. -Here, here, here!

-Hey, hey! -Pass it!

Hey, I was wide open!

-Marwan! -What's going on?

-Here you go! -Harder!

-Find the open man! -Go, go, go!

Bit different from playing in the streets, huh?

It's yours!

-That's it! Very good! Yes! -Very good!

-That's it! -That's how it's done.

-I'm coming. I'm coming. -Hurry up!

Whoa.

Mashallah!

What a big field!

I don't believe it. The whole Hamady family.

-Hello. -Hello.

So tell me, what's going on here with Marwan?

A friend of mine managed to arrange a tryout

with the team for Marwan.

How's he doing?

Well, if he doesn't step it up now, he's out.

Marwan!

Tear 'em apart, man!

Show 'em who's the fucking best! Yallah!

Marwan, score a goal! You can do it!

-You got this, sweetheart! Come on! -Marwan!

-Come on, Marwan! Go for it, man! -That's it, go!

-That's it! Yeah! -Keep going!

-Hey! -That was a foul!

-Unbelievable! -Keep going, Marwan!

-Keep going! -Yallah!

Marwan, come on, keep going! Get the ball!

-Marwan! -Come on, forward! Go on, go on!

-Yeah! -Keep on going.

Keep going like that! Come on!

Come on. Yeah.

Good.

Marwan!

Hey!

-Get up! -What?

Hey!

-That was a foul! -Get up!

-Get up! Get up! -Come on!

Come on, Marwan! Come on, you've worked hard for this!

Come on, get up! Get up!

Get up!

Marwan! Let's go!

Now, Marwan, now!

Yeah!

Come on, come on...

Yeah!

Yes! That's it, yes!

-Marwan! Go on! -Keep going! Come on!

Yes! That's it!

Now! Hit it! Come on, come on!

Yeah!

-Yeah! -Goal!

That's it! Keep it up!

-Great! -That's it!

Keep going! That's right!

Yeah!

-Yeah! -Marwan! Yes!

That's my clan.

Yeah.

-You're his father, right? -Yes, I am.

-Excellent ball skills. -Thanks.

-Like Baggio. -Thank you.

-Hey, he played like Maradonna!

-Ah, we'll see about that. -Yeah.

-The boy has no club? -No club, no homeland,

no citizenship, no nothing. Nothing.

You know what? Stop by my office, and we can talk about a contract.

-Marwan, Marwan, I told you! -Okay.

I'll see you at practice, right?

Hey, thanks. Thank you.

-You're gonna be a pro, kid. -Marwan, I told you so. Come here.

Hey. You're gonna make it big.

You're gonna make it big, really. That's awesome. Very good.

Sweetheart, you're a real champ.

Your mother would be so proud of you, you know?

So, tell me. What's he like?

-Ibrahim? -Mm-hmm.

Ibrahim is different.

But Berlin plays by different rules.

Hey. It's not a party without Than.

-No. No! No! -Shut up! Shut the fuck up.

What's she doing here?

You don't have a clue, right?

I win the Vietnam War.

I'll win the Berlin war as well.

You won the whole war by yourself?

You kicked America's ass and Clinton too, huh?

That was Nixon, you idiot.

I'm not alone.

I've got my babies with me.

Actually, the whole family came along.

Right...

I take back the Bill Clinton thing.

Nixon, idiot.

Today might not be good for having visitors.

He has company.

Wife's been cooking all day.

That's good.

Ali!

Ali, where are you going? Wait a second.

Dude, you guys might've fuckin' killed that man.

-It wasn't me, dude! -I don't give a shit.

You were there, man.

Then you don't just steal the car.

You let fucking Kerem take it from you!

Dude, how stupid can you be?

Yeah, Abbas dumb. Abbas fucking moron.

What do we do now?

-We're going to Omar's. -And then?

He's gonna answer for this shit. Period.

You have no idea what Omar's really like.

Salaam alaikum, Abbas.

Wa alaikum assalam, ma'am.

Um, is Omar home?

No, he's not here.

When's he coming back?

He went with his uncle to Morocco.

Hold on.

Omar's on parole.

He can't even leave the country.

It's really important.

I just need to talk to him for a sec.

Uh-uh.

Uh, I mean...

Where is Omar?

Abbas.

Leave him alone.

Mazin.

Bro, let's go now!

What's wrong, Mazin?

No time for this shit.

-Psst, Amara? -Mm-hmm?

I'd like some chocolate or whatever.

-Teta? -Yallah.

Marwan needs something cold.

No, I need something with chocolate in it, Teta.

You get nothing from me when I'm rich.

Yeah, when you're gone, I finally get my own room.

Nah, nah, nah.

Use this to ice your foot.

Teta, I already have one.

Mm-hmm.

-Yeah, thanks. -You have to eat something healthy.

Yeah, I know.

It's fine.

Thanks.

I said I wanted a chocolate bar.

-He's being spoiled. -Yes.

You know what Charly told me?

What?

He said a player from Nigeria,

-if I remember correctly... -Mm-hmm?

...he went pro in Germany two years ago,

and he and his family got permanent residency.

-Really? -Yeah, really.

Hamdullah.

Hamdullah.

Malik.

I'm really sorry.

You're a wonderful father, I mean it.

You raised them with me. It was the two of us.

It wasn't me alone.

You're right.

-Stay. -Let me get the door.

Elif? What're you doing here?

So, everybody's back home now. Everything's fine.

And guess what? Marwan had a tryout today.

He's gonna play pro!

Next week, he's got a game against... Hold on.

-What's the team called, Marwan? -Bielefeld!

Bielefeld.

Come with us if you want. I'm inviting everybody.

-The neighbors too. -Malik, Malik.

Ibrahim picked up Mazin earlier.

What?

They're up to something.

For three years,

we worked to build the boys up, kept them out of trouble.

And now?

How much longer till Ibrahim gets them all?

You know what?

You were right.

Ibrahim is the devil.

Abbas, calm down now.

-We have to find Kerem. -Find Kerem?

We gotta fucking take Kerem down!

Dude, are you stupid or what? Baba works his ass off for us.

Marwan's having a great day, and you wanna screw yourself

even more, is that it?

Cut it out. Stop giving me shit, man.

Aren't you ashamed? Huh?

Mom would be ashamed of you.

-Get out of the road, idiots! -What, dude? Keep driving!

Asshole.

You fucking asshole!

We've got a fucking deportation suspension, man!

When are you gonna get it? Huh?

Huh?

Come on, man!

Why won't you listen, man?

Why?

What am I supposed to do? Huh?

Why won't you listen, man? You little fucker!

-Thank you for the meal. -Yes. You're welcome.

-Would you like more tea, Dad? -I'd love some more, honey.

Okay.

Azra, are you as good a cook as your mother?

She helped me make the sarma, you know.

-She was raised so well. -Mashallah.

Just like her father.

And he knows exactly what she wants.

Very good.

We'll talk to him calmly and sort this out. Okay?

Stop resisting, now!

Hey, what are you doing?

Nobody spits in my face!

Dude, my hand!

Easy! Easy!

It's not even my car!

You have the wrong guy!

That fucking Benz isn't mine, man!

No need to put me in there!

No! Let me out!

Fuck! Fucking bitch!

What is happening?

Hello, darling.

I've really missed you, you know.

Please sit down. Sit down.

Bekir, please, who are these guys?

Bekir, please...

Just be quiet. Okay?

-Bekir... -Shhh.

Bekir, do something.

What do they want?

-Hülya, shut your mouth! -Okay!

We're gonna be all right.

Stay calm.

You've got exactly ten seconds...

to get the fuck out.

If not...

I will kill every single one of you.

Ten seconds?

That'll be fine.

Ten...

nine...

...eight...

...seven, six...

...five, four...

...three...

two, one.

What do you want, Arab-ibo?

The cash...

for the two kilos of coke and your club.

Come to the club tomorrow.

We can talk price.

Tomorrow evening?

Okay.

Oh. Tomorrow night doesn't really work for Ibo.

But Ibo has time right now.

And Ibo has ten seconds.

Ten...

...nine...

Bekir, just give it to them!

-Bekir... -...eight...

-Bekir... -...seven...

...six, five...

-Hülya, calm down. -...four, three...

-Hey. Hey! -...two, one!

Zero!

-Fucking asshole! -Salih!

Salih! Salih!

You motherfucker! Hülya, it's okay.

-No! Salih! -Hülya, calm down.

Hülya, calm down.

Calm down, Hülya.

Asshole!

Please, let us go.

-It'll be fine. -No!

No.

No, no.

Club and cash.

Hey, no! No, no!

-Hey! No! -Please stop, please stop.

Please! Don't do it!

Hülya!

Bekir! Please stop this.

No. No, no!

No! No!

No! Don't touch my daughter!

No! Stop!

-Bekir! No, no! -Baba...

Don't do this, stop!

-Don't touch my daughter! -Baba.

-Baba. -No!

Bekir, Bekir...

Get the money.

Get the money!

It's okay.

Those who were born to crawl...

cannot fly.