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WEDNESDAY NIGHT

Hey, come on in. The later it gets...

Have fun, sweetie.

Hello.

Wait a moment. Let us take a look in your bag.

Anything in there? Pepper spray?

It's that son of a bitch who won't let us in.

Chill out, bro. Don't worry.

We're Tarik-Amir.

Kareem took care of it.

Sorry, there's a private party today.

-Be right back, okay? -Sure.

Come on.

I'm leaving this shit town.

Right now.

Leaving the city.

Wow. Sounds like Mickey and Mallory.

Except Mickey left you behind.

Seriously, fuck you, Dad!

I want to take care of you.

I want to be there for you and my grandchild.

Too late.

I'm going. Right now.

Take the damn dog with you. I don't want him.

Do you know who I am? You piece of shit! Fuck you!

Yo, Benny? What's going on? This asshole's letting in everyone but us!

Get the fuck out of here. You're barred.

Didn't Kareem talk to you?

Let him go.

-Asshole. -Watch yourself.

What do you want?

What's the problem? What's wrong with you?

Do you need a fix?

On the house, courtesy of Tarik-Amir, my friend.

Djamal.

Fuck you and your whole filthy clan.

Motherfucker.

THURSDAY

"HOME GAME"

Here.

-You already had the morning briefing? -Uh, no.

Where's the new task force leader, Erol Birkan?

He hasn't turned up yet.

-Grimmer? -Seems to have other priorities.

We were so proud of our son. Of what he achieved.

We always supported him.

You'll get sick if you don't stop crying.

What can we do? Nothing can be done now.

-Yes? -Grimmer. Where are you?

At Orkan Erdem's house with Hans.

Why not Birkan? That's what we've got the Turk for.

He hasn't been in touch. Seems he's not too interested in this gig.

Grimmer, you'll make this work with him. Do you understand?

This is coming from the Chief of Police herself.

If you don't get along, you'll be gone. Not him!

We're working like crazy on a statement. We can't keep a lid on this much longer.

We've got sports officials and agents calling nonstop,

trying to make themselves or their clients look good.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Everybody in the know is trying to save their ass.

Shit.

-What? -My sympathies. I'll call you later.

When was the last time you saw your son?

Two weeks ago.

Hans, I've got to go. Take a taxi back when you're done.

-You're very rude, Mr. Grimmer. -And you're not honest with us.

You were proud of your son?

I don't see a single German jersey here.

You always supported him?

You never watched him play for Germany.

You and your family had a big problem with your son not playing for Turkey.

Tell my colleague all about it.

Be honest with us. We're looking for your son's killers.

Oh, and... do you have a back door?

Where is the asshole?

The asshole is here.

You fucker!

Payback for yesterday.

Did you assholes put a tracker on me?

Where is it?

Under the bumper. Rear, left.

Kurti, Tomo wants to know if you feel like paying him back today.

Payday was yesterday.

-Yeah? -Hey.

We didn't see each other this morning.

Have you got a moment?

Now is a bad time. Is it urgent?

No... It's not urgent.

Oh... I just wanted to talk.

I'm still at work. Paula, is everything okay?

Yeah. I'll let you get back to work. I'm busy too.

-I love you. -I love you too.

Chill! I came into a lot of money yesterday.

Tomo can relax.

Ok, follow me to my bookie.

You'll get your money, plus a Band-Aid for your guard dog.

Everything's fine.

This is Paula Grimmer.

We need to discuss the terms of Nike Strack's probation.

Yesterday your charge stole from me, assaulted me and vandalized my shop.

What's up?

Look at him.

He got his face smashed in by the bouncer at the Grinsekatze.

Ring any bells?

I take care of sales. You take care of security.

-Does it look like you took care of it? -No. I forgot. I'll sort it out.

Why did you forget, brother? Huh?

Because you'd rather do business with Kovac?

Do your homework first!

Got it. I'll take care of it.

No, that was yesterday. Today I'm taking care of it.

-I'm sending Faris and the boys. -Hakim, that'll cause trouble...

You'll join them, so you can learn about priorities.

Djamal. What are you still doing here?

Move it!

I want to talk to my brother alone.

Is there a finger in there?

It belonged to a Russian queen.

Cost me a small fucking fortune.

It's my wedding gift for Kamila.

She loves that historical shit.

She just read some book about a Russian gang.

What's it got to do with me?

Can you ask a friend of hers if they think Kamila will like it?

-I could still give it back. -Why me?

I heard you're fucking one of her friends.

Or am I wrong?

-Huh? -No, you're right.

But first Grinsekatze Club.

Chaotic scenes at the Waldorf Astoria in Berlin.

The hotel is being besieged by flocks of reporters.

Bou'Penga has been in his suite hiding from them since last night.

Hotel staff claim that he went to Leipzig.

In the 34th minute, newly-substituted youngster Bou'Penga

scored the equalizer, putting the game at 1:1.

The chance to gain the lead with a penalty

was lost due to this young man's overconfidence...

This young player's overconfidence...

Bou'Penga missed the penalty...

The German team lost the game...

WHY DID HE TAKE IT? WHERE WERE THE EXPERIENCED PLAYERS?

It should've been easy to beat Turkey's goalie, but Bou'Penga...

The youngster's weak nerves...

Bou'Penga's overblown view of himself...

AN AMPUTEE COULD'VE DONE BETTER. BOU'PENGA SHOULD PLAY FOR AFRICA.

ONLY REAL GERMANS SHOULD PLAY FOR GERMANY!

In my opinion, he's totally overrated.

He's a schoolboy thinking he's a football star.

All he has is money!

GUYS! ORKAN IS DEAD!

GUYS! ORKAN IS DEAD! HE WAS MY IDOL AND I AM DEVASTATED.

Hey, what is it you want? Hookers, coke or booze?

Lukas, I swear I haven't taken anything other than a few vitamins.

But there's a rattlesnake in my room. Do something!

-Okay. Is it a rattlesnake or a cobra? -What?

-Is it rattling? Or giving you attitude? -Giving me attitude.

-It might be Ronny Freidrich's snake. -What?

The cobra had its venom removed. It's not dangerous.

What? Ron has a cobra?

You have no idea of the things I've organized for your teammates...

Do you need a distraction?

-Want me to send you a nice blonde? -No!

Although... yes. Yes, yes, yes!

But not here in the hotel room.

What about that apartment where Orkan took me once?

Okay, sure.

But there's a bunch of paparazzi in front of the hotel.

I'll send a car to pick you up in the underground garage in 20 minutes.

Don't lose your nerves now. We're almost there.

Fuck!

Späti? Späti is his bookie?

He's taken us to one of our own betting shops.

Asshole.

Hey. What's going on here?

Found a dead body. That's all I know.

-Who's in charge? -The Fifth.

Okay.

Fuck.

Grimmer? What are you doing here?

I could smell Fucht's aftershave from down the street.

Turn over any stone in Marzahn, and the same cockroaches crawl out.

Careful with those comparisons, Fucht. Cockroaches are tough.

What's going on here?

The guy running the place, Sascha Frühm, aka Späti, has been shot.

Did you know him?

I questioned him a few times and used him as an informer.

Where is he?

-The bowl of peanuts. -What?

The rest of him is behind the counter.

Don't let him out of your sight.

I don't like this. What the fuck is going on?

Why are the cops here?

That asshole thinks he can fuck with us.

Shit!

Don't touch anything.

Kurt owes my boss money. 17,000...

You better not be gambling again.

Your ID.

Do I get a receipt?

That's great.

I'll go and check it out. Thank you. Bye.

We might have a witness who saw Erdem's Lamborghini.

After the murder.

How did you do that without mentioning Erdem's murder?

I said I was working on another case

where they checked all of the cars parked at a Michelin-starred restaurant.

And coincidentally, Erdem's Lamborghini ended up there too.

Smart lady.

What's up?

Awesome task force this is. Where are the two in charge?

Either they disappear or don't turn up. And they don't say a word. It's shitty.

What's shitty is running your mouth on only your second day.

I'm sure Kurt has his reasons, and I don't care about the gay Turk.

I also think it's strange Erol Birkan hasn't shown up.

I wonder where he's hiding.

Tulips! Seriously?

They were out of cacti.

Haven't you got a task force to run? What are you doing here?

-They patched me up in the next ward. -Man, you look like Zorro.

-What happened? -Four masked men with a message.

-Stay away from the Orkan Erdem case. -Your new colleagues?

-Kurt Grimmer? -Why say shit like that?

Grimmer's an asshole, but he wouldn't do that.

-It was the clan. Tarik-Amir. -What's the clan got to do with football?

I hadn't been on the case three hours and they knew.

Now guess who else from our unit knew?

-Me? -Aykut.

He nearly took on the task force himself.

That's not enough. I can't ruin a colleague's career...

It's enough to be careful.

Just be careful what you tell him in the future.

Maybe use him to feed Tarik-Amir false information.

Why me?

You're not giving up?

Absence at full pay.

Erol...

Orkan Erdem made it out of Kaiserwarte.

He was a symbol of hope for every little Kanack in the city,

proof that they can make it.

And those assholes kill him?

You're saying Tarik-Amir are involved.

That means they got him after all.

And you.

Yeah, maybe.

You're from Wedding, you wouldn't know...

When you grow up in Kaiserwarte...

Unofficially, Kaiser means Tarik- Amir.

It's like a law of nature.

Hakim was still young, eight or nine years old...

His dad wasn't even head of the clan yet, but...

Hakim was already king of the playground on Chemnitzer Street.

I was seven. I wanted to go on the merry-go-round.

Hakim wanted money.

I said no, but...

I wish I could say there was a fight, but...

Hakim broke my nose, just like that.

A nine year old did that to a seven year old.

My dad was there, but...

Hakim was Tarik-Amir.

Untouchable.

Now I'm a cop.

And they did it again.

Just like that.

Okay.

I'm trying really hard not to laugh here, bro.

Because I know a broken nose hurts like hell.

It's natural to feel sorry for yourself.

But you're talking to someone who can't stand up

because her knee's not there.

Don't think for one second

I wouldn't be out there as soon as I can to chase those bastards.

Tarik-Amir are a law of nature?

Only if we let them be.

So stop being such a pussy. Or the doctors might give you one.

I'm really scared.

Good.

That'll keep you alive.

-There's an underground garage. -Here is fine.

-Your key card. -Thanks.

Have a nice day.

-Raphael? -Qays!

Bro! You're alive!

What are you doing here? What the fuck?

-We've got to be careful! -Qays...

How much coke have you had?

They're watching us. If we're not careful, they'll get us.

-What? Who? -CIA. Intelligence. The Illuminati.

They're watching us. They know who we are.

We have to watch out. They know your future child's name!

-Orkan's dead, right? -How did you know?

Orkan called me. He was scared to death.

We were supposed to meet here two days ago.

Orkan was my best friend, man.

He would have been in touch!

-They got him. -Who?

There were cameras everywhere. I don't know if I found them all.

-State-of-the-art hot shit. CIA style. -Qays!

It's not the CIA...

-It's Lukas Schmaus. -Who?

The douchebag who organizes all the hookers and shit.

-It's Lukas Schmaus. -Then he's got shit on us!

Yes.

-You've got until this weekend. -17,000.

-Your ID. -Do I get a receipt?

If I ever have to support Turkey again, I'll make you eat camel shit, brother.

I need the money. Have you been to your bookie?

Yeah, in theory.

What do you mean, "in theory"?

Yeah... My bookie is dead.

I just found him. Some bastard killed him.

I don't have the money, Ulf.

You fucked me over.

I... I know...

They'll kill us, man.

You and me. And then you again.

Listen, I'll get the money. Somehow. I'm sure of it.

-Oh, yeah? How quickly? -I don't know.

First I've got to get rid of the documents that lead back to me, but...

Fuck, man!

What's the matter, babe?

It's okay.

So, son?

What did my other son say?

Kurt's bookie is dead.

He can't pay right now.

Never give that motherfucker anything.

Sorry.

Not even a bucket of water if he's on fire.

What am I supposed to do now?

The comrades are going to lynch me.

Ball games...

Okay.

Priorities.

Henkenmaier is our biggest problem. He doesn't like us.

But most of the others are on your side.

Are you suggesting a mutiny, Mom?

We're not a bunch of Kanacks.

You need to create a... diversion.

Do you understand?

We'll suggest...

That Kurt needs to be punished.

He betrayed us too.

And the Brotherhood...

needs to make an example of him.

-But he's my brother. -And he took advantage of that.

It's time to think about the meaning of the word "family".

Berlin is still real up here.

At least until the Russians buy it all up and turn it into fucking Dubai.

Bro, I can't stay long. Maïssa is waiting.

Just between us...

Your sister is really hot, bro.

Bro, don't take it personally...

-I mean, you get it. You're a dude too. -It's all good.

Fuck it, this girl is driving me insane

Acting all German And even trying to get with their men

Not men of honor Buying bling and Prada bags

But a Kanack who wants a chance Has to show his diploma to get a glance

Sick! Dude.

With that flow, man, why are you working for my cousin?

Kareem said I shouldn't tell anyone...

You're right.

I'm just saying...

That shit doesn't really seem like your thing, you know?

-And what's your thing? -A sick beat...

some serious flow.

Ever thought about it?

I'll be your promoter and Kaiserwarte can fuck itself.

Okay?

Bro, no disrespect...

but you're a limo driver, man!

Hey.

Remember how Eko Fresh

snuck into a Kool Savas concert and dropped a few rhymes.

He got signed up on the spot.

Haftbefehl is playing tomorrow...

Man, it wasn't like that.

Eko got Savas to play at his birthday.

He paid him with his mom's money.

He rapped and then... bam! Signed.

-That's how it went. -Who cares how it happened?

The point is, he did what he had to do.

Hey.

Check out what went down at Hafti's concert yesterday.

Check out what happens when Xatar's up.

They get a fan from the audience to perform.

Hey, not bad.

I know Haftbefehl's security.

We go there, you drop some lines and show him your style, okay?

Haftbefehl. My style.

Dude, in the real world I have a math test tomorrow

and my sister will kick my ass if I screw it up.

Say that kind of shit to a Kanack, and they'll fuck you up too.

They'd fuck you up for sure.

Make four out of two And ten out of four

Kanacks start dealing here at 14

Maniacs laugh with four teeth

What do you wanna tell me?

Hey, life is crazy Pass me the joint

-Sixteen shots until it clicks. -Click, click!

Faris, we've got work to do.

17,000... Kurt owes my boss money.

They'll kill us, man.

You and me. And then you again.

I want to bet on the game tomorrow.

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

Do I get a receipt?

KURT GRIMMER, JUNE 2016 STAKE OF THE BET: 700 EURO

Guys...

there's a funny smell.

Hm? Do you smell it too?

-Fire! -What?

Fire?

Bine? Bine? Where is it?

Give me a hand, Grimmer?

What? I'm not sure if a piece of plastic is the best protection against fire.

It's not for the fire.

Go and get another piece of tarp. For us.

A bit of water never hurt anyone.

-Not a very trusting guy, are you? -I have good instincts.

When something strange happens and you're nearby,

my instincts tell me to watch out.

Especially after Tuesday night.

I turned off the water. A broken lamp had started a small fire.

Nothing serious.

See you later.

I need you for a minute.

Okay, come on.

Hello.

Vehicle check. I need your license and registration.

License and registration, please.

Abdul, once more around the block.

Don't you see there are kids?

Faris, you hear me? Go round one more time, okay?

-Okay, got it. Drive. -Stay on the line.

Stop! I said stop!

-But, boss, the cops! -Stop!

What's your plan?

-Hello? -Kareem? It's Tomo Kovac here.

-Hey Kovac. What's up? -Thanks for the invitation yesterday.

I lost the bet but I had some fun. It was just my style.

Hang on a sec.

Get lost, go on!

Sorry, I'm in the middle of something. I've got some clearing up to do.

-Multi-tasking, huh? -Hold on a second.

You got lucky this time. If I were you, I wouldn't fuck up now.

Are you the only ones here?

Huh? Your boss Sven is here, isn't he?

-Yes. -Police and ambulance, lucky you.

No snitching, or my boys will come visit you in hospital.

Sounds good, Kovac.

If we're both in business, we're happy.

Count me in. My business partners are impressed too.

We've got partners all over the world. They want to be absolutely sure.

They want to know if you just got lucky yesterday,

or if you really do own Bou'Penga.

-They need some more proof. -Proof?

One moment. I'll put you on hold.

Sven!

It's me. Kareem. I know you've got a gun.

But stay cool. I'm here to talk.

Hey. Ben.

Cool, okay?

Your colleagues only have minor injuries.

I'm here to straighten things out. With your boss.

Hey man, get a grip.

I have to finish this call now, okay?

Wait.

Tomo?

What kind of proof?

Something specific, you know?

Make sure Bou'Penga gets himself a red card

during Leipzig's game against Berlin on Saturday.

That would convince everyone.

No problem.

Then carry on cleaning up.

This is the police!

Sven, let's make this quick.

The cops will be in here soon,

and if they catch us, they'll have questions,

some of which you're better off not answering

until we're on the same page.

You and I are heading out the back.

We'll clear this up without the cops.

Kareem, you stupid asshole. Let's go. That way.

Ben, stay here and take care of this.

I haven't been here all day.

All right, boss.

Hi, I'm Trinity.

Cool name. Gorgeous Woman. But...

Sorry, we forgot to cancel. Now's not really a good time.

Since I'm already here...

Shit! What's going on?

Relax, relax! It's just the call girl.

I mean, the lady from the escort service that I forgot about.

-Man, I didn't know you were into MILFs. -Am I too old for you?

I didn't say that. I don't care about age.

Women under me need to have charisma and personality.

Okay, great. This is for you.

For your time. Like I said, now is really not good.

You really have to go now.

Okay, now is not good,

but what I'd like to know, and please be completely honest:

If the timing was good and you were in the mood,

would you both want to fuck me?

Sure. Right away. And more.

On any other day we would have had the world's best threesome of all time.

I'm not kidding, lady. Tattoo your number on my arm.

It's the only one I'll ever need.

Now that we've established what dumbasses you are,

I'm not from the escort service.

I'm here to solve the problem.

Solve the problem?

Solve the problem, man!

Qays. Qays! Calm down.

Don't you understand, man? We're the fucking problem!

-What's with the towel? -It's a silencer.

That's a cigarette lighter, sweetie.

You called Walther Laubach because of the cameras.

He sent me to deal with your problem.

I'm Trinity Sommer, lawyer, and specialist for... special situations.

Aw shit, man. Now you really got me horny.

You be quiet now.

Sit down and lay off the coke, or Mommy will be angry...

The cameras.

Over there.

Who found them?

Me!

Qays Jandoubi. 26 years old. Unemployed.

I'm not unemployed.

I'm an adviser, a muse, Orkan's assistant and best friend.

I know quite a few freeloaders who get by

scrounging off their so-called celebrity "best friends."

Watch your mouth, lady. I'm a fun guy.

And nowadays a good friend is worth his weight in gold...

Shit.

-Did you know about this? -Holy shit. No!

Write down all your sexual partners here, and how often and when you took drugs.

All of them. I'll compare it to the hard drives.

Orkan once brought back a really hot chick.

-I knew right away she was trans... -That'll do.

Lukas Schmaus's number?

Now delete it.

What do you know about him?

Well, he's a nice older guy who can call whenever you want.

If you're trustworthy, you get his number from the other players.

No idea. He's always there for you and can get you anything.

Once he got a certain video game for Orkan.

A week before it was released.

And I think we all know which game I mean, right?

Doesn't Schmaus work for you guys?

The association doesn't employ pimps and full-time drug dealers.

It's me. I need a clean-up crew right now.

And Schmaus hasn't blackmailed you yet?

-I've only been there twice. -That's enough.

I'm letting you out separately.

You'll never speak of this again. Got it?

What happens in Vegas... Yeah, got it.

YOUTH CENTER KAISERWARTE

You can finish up at home. You've got it from here, right?

I'm very pleased.

- See you tomorrow. -See you.

Still helping out with homework?

What happened to your face?

Broken nose.

I'm supposed to wear this thing for another week.

How are you?

I'm never short of kids to save from the streets.

But it's more complicated than in your day.

The kids still dream about careers as football players, rappers, criminals.

But now radical Islam is another option.

Are you still against rap and football?

Did rap, football or your education get you out of Kaiserwarte?

Why are you here?

I don't know.

For an energy boost.

You were always good for that.

I know you think I saved you or something.

The truth is, you were always tough. But you had brains.

The kids who come here already know they don't want all that.

You did save me.

Even if you don't know it.

My father turned up again.

He's giving my mom trouble.

But I don't know where he's staying.

I'll see if I can find out.

Thanks.

...having a hard time at school.

Sorry, I was held up.

-Hello, Murad. -Did I miss something?

Murad, I thought you and the Imam could have a chat.

About my disreputable friends?

That too.

Know how many other boys try to become rappers?

Get Rich Or Die Tryin'.

And where they end up?

You sound worse than a mom. Shall I only hang out with Germans now?

Just because you're screwing one? Leave me alone and get laid more!

Hello.

This is the Tarik-Amir shisha bar, right?...

-I'm looking for Raif. -Raif is at the bar.

He'll be pleased to get such a beautiful visitor.

Hi, Maïssa. What a nice surprise.

-Something to drink? -No, thanks.

I don't mean to be rude, but I'll get straight to the point.

Our parents are dead, but we still honor them.

And as soon as Murad graduates,

goes to university and we get out of Kreuzberg...

You want me to stop hanging with your brother.

Yes, please.

Don't get me wrong, but you're a Tarik-Amir. I can't allow it.

-I don't want... -I don't want an explanation.

Just respect my parents' wish.

And mine.

That's asking a lot. Your brother is a good friend.

I have a suggestion. Let me take you out.

To dinner, to a movie. Maybe for a quick drink.

And if you still think I'm a bad influence on Murad,

then I won't see him anymore.

-Don't change the topic. -I promise.

I have a boyfriend.

Hey, Maïssa.

I just want you to get to know me as a person.

Not just as my surname.

All right. Dinner and a movie and that's it.

The second you misbehave, I'm gone.

Okay.

-Have a nice night. -You too. Bye.

Hello?

Hello Paula, it's Verena from across the street.

I think I've done something stupid.

This morning when I saw your shop like that,

I thought you'd been targeted as well.

What do you mean?

The mafia that collects protection money.

Protection money... Here?

Most people pay these guys.

I thought you didn't have to because your husband's a policeman.

I don't understand. What are you getting at?

I thought they were at your place yesterday.

And then I made a stupid comment...

So?

They're discussing whether to pay you a visit...

Should I do something?

No.

-I'll be in touch. -Okay. Bye.

Thanks.

The lady across the road says you had issues in your shop yesterday?

I know exactly what you want.

But you won't get protection money from me.

If you know what I want then...

Why open the door?

To show you that I'm not scared.

And to mention that my husband's a policeman.

-One step closer... -And what?

Relax.

Maybe I want to offer my help for free...

Go look for a real job instead of fleecing hard-working citizens.

It's fine, okay?

Fuck! Ow!

You've put us both in a shitty situation. Do you know that?

Now I need to respond.

Or find a really good excuse.

I'll talk to the guys.

What did you say about me?

That I like you because you remind me of one of my favorite heroines.

And? Which one?

Baby in Dirty Dancing.

Bullshit. Guys like you don't watch Dirty Dancing.

But guys like me use the film to fuck women, am I right?

And I cry at the end every time. No joke. It's true.

I'm still not paying protection money.

Give me that. I'll do it.

Baklava!

I'll get this.

Sven told me you weren't happy with the message I had Faris deliver, huh?

Wanted to do more than just your homework?

I'm just trying to do my part. For us.

Yeah, and you doing your part

means we're in a place where everyone is happy again.

-To peace! -To peace.

There's no peace without spilled blood, my friend.

Those bouncers bled. Quite a lot, believe me.

They were just flesh wounds.

They'll be good as new in a few weeks.

What's the name of the bouncer, who started keeping our dealers out?

-Ben. -Hakim. Don't blow this out of proportion.

Sure. Let's drink to peace, yeah?

And to good business.

One more thing.

Come on, brother.

Djamal.

We're drinking to peace.

Go on, drink.

Perhaps a straw?

No straw!

I won't say it again. Down it!

Come on.

Man, Djamal! Who jerked off on your face?

Did you see that?

He was humiliated.

But not by me. By the asshole who broke his jaw.

Hakim! Don't exaggerate.

Shut up.

Be quiet and learn.

Okay. I understand. I'll fire Ben.

You don't understand!

Djamal is clan.

When he's humiliated, I'm humiliated... Do you want to humiliate me?

Huh?

Hi, honey.

Hi, honey.

I'm just chatting to your charming colleague.

Okay, I wasn't there today. Are you here to give me shit?

-I was held up. -Guido told me. That's rough.

You look a little like a... superhero.

I was worried and...

I wanted to apologize for what I said.

We don't have to like each other and I doubt we'll ever be friends.

But I think... we want the same thing.

And I think you could be a good addition to our unit.

Go and see Erdem's parents. Hans and I really screwed it up today.

You're their compatriot.

Okay, I can do that.

Good.

And maybe it's fitting to have an expert on Tarik-Amir in the team.

Tarik-Amir?

What do you mean?

I mean two days ago, our best football player was murdered.

He comes from Kaiserwarte, Tarik-Amir territory.

Then a bookie, thought to work for Tarik-Amir, is killed.

Maybe there's a connection.

Match-fixing as a motive? Do you have more information?

It's difficult.

The Fifth is heading the investigation. Robert Fucht.

He's an asshole. He doesn't like us on principle.

A Kanack and an East German? No chance.

He'll fuck us over every chance he get.

What were you searching for, Grimmer?

I can't believe it! Robert!

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What's up?

-They're taking us off the case. -What?

Why?

There's a possible connection between your case and Erdem's murder.

And Erdem has top priority.

So the Red Card task force is taking over your case.

Grimmer's behind this.

I'm behind this.

Erol Birkan.

-A carnival entertainer? -No, head of the task force.

That's what you think.

-Nice shoes, man! -Shit!

You're all corrupt! Shit!

Ladies and gentlemen! Your attention please.

They've been keeping a low profile,

but now our lost sheep have come back to the herd!

Applause!

Thanks. Good evening.

Can you gather round? I need your attention.

My name is Erol Birkan.

I'm sure you all want to make

funny comments or remarks about my mask.

Write them down and put them on the board.

The funniest one gets 20 euro on Friday.

I'm leading this investigation with Grimmer.

I'm actually from the drug squad.

Let's be honest, I only got this job

because the victim's a Turkish-born German national player.

But that's fine.

Are you hungry, Uschi?

Good girl.

It's beneficial both for PR reasons

and for the investigation itself, that I have a Turkish background.

Even though Grimmer assured me

that he'd love to spend his whole time talking to the Turkish community.

-Isn't that Raphael Bou'Penga? -Let the man drink his beer in peace.

Can we take a selfie? We're from Leipzig.

-Sure, no problem. -Great.

How can we best help each other?

By setting vanity aside.

This isn't about being the best, but about finding a killer together.

Orkan Erdem is dead.

It's out!

The thirty-three-year-old national and international star,

who played for Manchester United,

was, according to various sources,

found dead in a district of Berlin as early as Tuesday night.

Breaking news: A global football sensation is dead.

Orkan Erdem, Multiple Player of the Year, World Cup, and Champion's League winner,

who was last contracted by Manchester United,

has been murdered, according to various sources.

The Berlin police department has not released any details

regarding the circumstances.

On social media...

Be quiet!

Well, partner. Welcome to round two.

"Yes, Orkan's dead. We found out just before the game."

Be quiet or I'll put you in the bathroom!

"We lost our big brother and our alpha wolf.

Our sympathies go out to the family of Orkan Erdem."

In a few minutes we'll be doing a live broadcast...

Hello, Ben.

Hakim Tarik-Amir would like to see you.

Where does he want to talk to me?

In front of your house.

And Ben...

He wants to see you, not talk to you.

What are you doing?

Don't! No!

I don't...

Okay, okay!

Watch, brother.

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